Maneuver, Pt. 2 (feat. Rocko Ballin') - 26ar

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one) Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha) I seen them guns in your videos When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom) You said I switched, and I changed But you're really the fool one (hold on) But you're really the fool one Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow) And if you fuck with them niggas That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch) Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O) Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas (Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna Now they love how a nigga maneuver Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short) You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?) Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin' We got more weapons than your gang If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah That boy is gonna see his grave (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) AR Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom) Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all) That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs) Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom) Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh) D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom) Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well) How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?) That's crazy (that's crazy) If you get locked up, don't say me (at all) If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way) Want a feature? Pay me Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me) Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy) Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch) Got guns, like the, look Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran) Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never) Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah) He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR) They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)

Benihana Jeezy Ft: 2 Chainz & Rocko Share 13, 971 views I had P's, I had keys and them shits don't open doors Got a house full of tanned white girls, Jersey Shore Got a thing for Ferraris, Lamboginis I adore And I treat em like my bitches, in and out em like they whores I say I love the way you grind but you shine even better When I take the time to shine I'm on my grind even better Got me hyped up in Valejo, they say they got that yayo They say it's weighin' up like a big bag of potatoes Something 'bout them freak hoes, a song to my ego Damn right I'm talkin' chips like a big bag of Doritos Whip that pistol and that work all day, Three Amigos What's it take to brighten up your day? 30 kilos You can send the clucker so you don't know me sucka I ain't no Tiger Woods, I took them golf balls to Augusta I hit the highway, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker I'm ridin' dolo, Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover I know it's gotta make ya wonder, my chain lightning and thunder 10 years in the game, now I keep from going under Got money in my bags but let's blow it on marijuana I'll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Don't make me whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Gotta make you wonder, keep him going under I'll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Yea, hah! Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga) Hey! I'm at Gio's cookin chicken nigga Huh! Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin' nigga They call him Frank Lucas cause he snitchin' nigga Spot, doin numbers, got a valet car I was 30 minute wait, gotta stand at a bar No shirt, iced out hoe... Liberace Stand up over the stove, cook it right in front you, Hibachi Nigga try to repeat the recipe but they shrimps I be done Number lobster for the mobster Fish fish fish, yo salmon want beef, nigga what's happenin'? Cook you well done, filet mignon Scramble the eggs, chop the onions Shit stink, baby say it smell like funions Rocko the Chef, no Raekwon though Karate chop that chicken... taekwondo Fire fire fire, killed him double life Sea food combination, give me double rice Poltergeist got your girl freakin' out Put me on the bar so I'ma hammer, fuck her way to ball City locked and I got my semi cocked Pull up in that motherfucker with the titties out Put me on the block, bet I'm sellin' out Put me on a boat, yea I'm sellin' out Got my bank account hyperventilating If I say fuck you that mean I'm penetrating Real nigga shit, I represent the south side I spell it with a F and the F stand for fire!

Play that shit, fucker Hey, have you trying to beat up him? Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I rubbed with a shooter (gee) Always knew my time was money I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler (ice) Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touched down in your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Uh, bitch, better go get it right You know I'm cold, bitch, I'm covered in ice Uh, fuck you mean I ain't that nice This shit ain't no luck, bitch, I go do it twice Leaving all these bitches pissed when I'm throwing these fists Only where that shit wants for the pick What's the maneuver? Pull up McLaren or Mercedes Biz when I hit the event (what's the maneuver?) Uh, bust down they feet with a big face Who you know with a snip on the mixtape? Try me, know the bitch made a mistake Know I'm headed to the bees like Beyonce Said he wanna eat like he a like a entrée I ain't finna leave the house for no small pay Got the game in my hands like All State Hoes couldn't fuck with me on a off day (uh) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touch down to your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Oops, I think I spot me an opp Huh, but that pussy ho don't wanna fight (what's up?) Yeah, bitch better go get it right I know you ain't thinking about losing your life (damn) Huh, flow keep up, lick inside of the trunk Might not win a trum if she know where I'm from I know you pussy, you bumping your gums Can't tell if you sweet, but you definitely dumb Yeah, Cartier all on my wrist On Twitter she rich and she play with her thumbs I hit up Wafi the shit on that bitch I know you was broke, I can't be for the bum Yeah, I'm a fly bitch every day You gotta wait to get paid Say he like how I maneuver, come get your dude, he a chooser, ooh Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter (yeah) Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touchdown to your city, they say that it's nitty We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it... As-salamu alaykum, homie Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it Now a nigga back to ballin' Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin' I ain't even playing, homie Got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem Problem, problem, problem Cause I get right to the chicken Ain't trick with other bitches Don't worry if I never call her Call her, call her, call her (french) Motherfucker, back to ballin' You know my whips is foreign Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin' Motherfucka, back to ballin' I'm talking black Ferrari Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin' I'm talking ten chains, casino lights Red bottoms, mosquito bites Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice Motherfucka, back to ballin' Start to finish, you start, I finish Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up And all those whips is foreign Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign Nigga back to ballin' Lil bit like Patrick Johnson Never sold much dope, but I know Some nights I heard that trap was callin' Nigga, back to ballin' KD, Rondo, and Lebronin' Found life is about chasing dreams Don't worry how I got these commas Comas, commas, I'm a, rider Lot of, ganja, e-z wider But I paid five stacks for a garment Leave the cherry up and a high set Hugo boss be the outfit And a pair of some never coming out shit

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one) Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha) I seen them guns in your videos When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom) You said I switched, and I changed But you're really the fool one (hold on) But you're really the fool one Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow) And if you fuck with them niggas That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch) Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O) Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas (Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna Now they love how a nigga maneuver Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short) You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?) Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin' We got more weapons than your gang If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah That boy is gonna see his grave (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) AR Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom) Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all) That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs) Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom) Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh) D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom) Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well) How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?) That's crazy (that's crazy) If you get locked up, don't say me (at all) If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way) Want a feature? Pay me Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me) Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy) Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch) Got guns, like the, look Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran) Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never) Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah) He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR) They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)