88rising - Getcho Mans lyrics

[Intro: Denzel Curry] Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger [Chorus: Rich Brian & Warren Hue] Uh Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy) Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants b*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah) b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah Kill streak sh*t on the game, then I just represеnt, ayy, yeah [Verse 1: Warren Hue] Mona Lisas and Picassos Bones are limp, I'm a child hoе Culture vision, on a 5-0 Waves form when we out hoe Came storm like it's X-Men fu*k with me, you is dead man And my pockets, dead man And I leap like it's Jumpman Coach seats in the airman Trophies, don't compare them What's a grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me What's a gram to a fake b*tch? Indonesian, what's a language Think I'm speakin' like a bad b*tch Background on a whole different continent Hoe we got different ad-libs Hoe we got different mothers Hoe we got different cash Hoe we got different chances Hoe we got different culture [Verse 2: Rich Brian] Rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary I reach my goals by January Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry Gettin' married to the game Little b*tch, we not the same And that b*tch pussy wet like Johnny Dang And that b*tch done stole my 20k Man, I’m jokin', rollie pollie with the zaza Sippin' drank combine it with the foie gras You gon’ need to bargain when you buy buy I don't got a problem with the harga I’m the finished product you the mock-up Quit the xanny b*tch, get your bars up You too slow, just get to the choppa Just woke up, I get to the commas You roll joints, I'm rollin impalas I do not write I'm just tellin' my truth When I get in the booth I don't fu*k with no Judas Got mac no computers Got so many sons, I don't know where the moon is If you got a gang man I got a comuna We pull up with goonies But I'd rather sit in my peace like I'm buddhist You fu*kin' with groupies, I get Mila Kunis, uh I'm geekin she gimme the face, uh I fell in love in the middle of covid she badder than Addison Rae, uh Your man did a post for that Fashion Nova seven times and he never got paid, uh I told my girl hit the mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uh I took the fam to a trip in Japan for the week because that's how we're raised [Chorus: Rich Brian & Warren Hue] Uh Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy) Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, ayy Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants b*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah) b*tch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy Kill streak sh*t on the game then I just represent, ayy, yeah [Verse 3: Rich Brian & Warren Hue] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Me and Warren 'bout to kill this sh*t It is gettin' scary, get a crucifix Thought I'm boutta leave but I renewed the lease All the snake b*tches get a peace sign Rewind that sh*t, remind that b*tch We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don’t forget now b*tch I'm the man, you a background, ay Who the fu*k trynna go clash to clash with me I'm practically the most savage, the most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen I'm on caffeine, the black jeans denim hold Bags and keys, you slow Activis I'm sippin' tea I’m limpin', cause I got a whole game to carry At the top, you can't reach Oh my god my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey Got the check in December You miss shots like a sober man Who don't join the mili-military Missing, sign you the side of a dairy Where he go, sh*t gettin' scary I don't fist fight "b*tch, I'm pretty!" Goddamn I'm pretty, b*tch [Verse 4: Rich Brian & Warren Hue & Both] And I'm back on the juice I don't play by the rules I don't work in a cube We attack anything that'll make any moves I don't make an excuse Before you walk in, take off the shoes, b*tch All you lil' boys sippin' on Trulys I got blues but you so clueless Mark my words I’ll act in a movie Lil' b*tch I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans With a bad b*tch in the side of this two-seat Schoolboy get his P's and Q's, I be groovy Yes I'm in the new scene b*tch, I got new keys In Jacuzzis you be in the nosebleeds Why they all moody? b*tch, my bands be taller than Uzi Get your mans, kick 'em out, like Bruce Lee, aye [Chorus: Rich Brian & Warren Hue] Uh Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy) Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants b*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah) b*tch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah Kill streak sh*t on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah