You ride a wave an I swim with the sharks
Hop in that tank
They know the deal just off of the name
Got your back like a brace
I'm the man I'm the face
Leavin a legacy yuh
Honey comb gold step in my treasury
You done f*cked up f*ckin with letter B
I ain't really hearin nothing that they tellin me
I don't know shit but how to write a rap verse
I don't know about no pronouns or an adverbs
I would write bars instead of my class work
I never change like all of my passwords
Onion browser im out in that deep web
Pack touch down
USPS
She wanna touch on me like a DS
I'm finna blow like shit in the Kleenex
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Thirteen shit that's daily mathematics
Underworld gang we way past average
Down south raised I don't really have an accent
Sparking my woods like the tip of a match stick
You cannot match this no parallel
Tween you an my self
I'm here for the belt
I'm wearin it well
I'm fair as in pale
I'm bumping like braille
So how could I fail
I don't need gassin
If you a punk each step is a hazard
Ain't who you say in your songs you a catfish
You prolly wouldn't rip a tag off a mattress
Ol' cap ass rapper he
Sweeter then strawberry daiquiris
Up an away I'm off in the tractor beam
You got a blunt lit go ahead pass to me
God really cooked when he made me a masterpiece
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Callon B - Mayan Cigars Lyrics
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You ride a wave an I swim with the sharks
Hop in that tank
They know the deal just off of the name
Got your back like a brace
I'm the man I'm the face
Leavin a legacy yuh
Honey comb gold step in my treasury
You done f*cked up f*ckin with letter B
I ain't really hearin nothing that they tellin me
I don't know shit but how to write a rap verse
I don't know about no pronouns or an adverbs
I would write bars instead of my class work
I never change like all of my passwords
Onion browser im out in that deep web
Pack touch down
USPS
She wanna touch on me like a DS
I'm finna blow like shit in the Kleenex
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Thirteen shit that's daily mathematics
Underworld gang we way past average
Down south raised I don't really have an accent
Sparking my woods like the tip of a match stick
You cannot match this no parallel
Tween you an my self
I'm here for the belt
I'm wearin it well
I'm fair as in pale
I'm bumping like braille
So how could I fail
I don't need gassin
If you a punk each step is a hazard
Ain't who you say in your songs you a catfish
You prolly wouldn't rip a tag off a mattress
Ol' cap ass rapper he
Sweeter then strawberry daiquiris
Up an away I'm off in the tractor beam
You got a blunt lit go ahead pass to me
God really cooked when he made me a masterpiece
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Hop in that tank
They know the deal just off of the name
Got your back like a brace
I'm the man I'm the face
Leavin a legacy yuh
Honey comb gold step in my treasury
You done f*cked up f*ckin with letter B
I ain't really hearin nothing that they tellin me
I don't know shit but how to write a rap verse
I don't know about no pronouns or an adverbs
I would write bars instead of my class work
I never change like all of my passwords
Onion browser im out in that deep web
Pack touch down
USPS
She wanna touch on me like a DS
I'm finna blow like shit in the Kleenex
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Thirteen shit that's daily mathematics
Underworld gang we way past average
Down south raised I don't really have an accent
Sparking my woods like the tip of a match stick
You cannot match this no parallel
Tween you an my self
I'm here for the belt
I'm wearin it well
I'm fair as in pale
I'm bumping like braille
So how could I fail
I don't need gassin
If you a punk each step is a hazard
Ain't who you say in your songs you a catfish
You prolly wouldn't rip a tag off a mattress
Ol' cap ass rapper he
Sweeter then strawberry daiquiris
Up an away I'm off in the tractor beam
You got a blunt lit go ahead pass to me
God really cooked when he made me a masterpiece
Mayday
You get hit with a melee
Whole life waiting on pay day
Sittin here blowing on gate way aye
Real name still same as the stage name
I'm finna let shit rip like a Beyblade
Free my homies caught up in that chain gang
Second letter I'm still on that same page
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
I don't know nobody
But B
Yeah Mayan cigars
Bussin it down an I'm flying to mars
Takin my shot an I'm right on the mark
Day in my life ain't a walk in the park
Writer: Callon Nanny
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Copyright: Lyrics © GYB GOT YOUR BACK PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid