Maman - Wack! Lyrics

What, what
What, what, what, yeah
I said
His hair, wack
His gear, wack
His jewelry, wack
His foot stance, wack
The way he talks, wack
The way he doesn't even like to laugh, wack
Me, I'm tight as f*ck
I'm tight as f*ck
Yeah, he the one you want I'm the one you need
He ask what you like imma take the lead
I'm not tryna sweep you I'm just tryna reach you
I'm the one that's talking to yo soul tryna teach you
Gucci had Keyshia Obama had Michelle
Lebron had Savannah all of 'em prevailed
The older that I get the more I understand
You gotta have nuts if you wanna be the man
His hair, wack
His gear, wack
His jewelry, wack
His foot stance, wack
The way he talks, wack
The way he doesn't even like to laugh, wack
Me, I'm tight as f*ck
I'm tight as f*ck
I write hella raps I read hella books
He be in the mirror focused on his looks
I be going hard tryna win at life
He be on his phone fishing for some likes
I don't call back barely even text
Hard to find time getting all these checks
He always be free so he quick to reply
But do you wanna man or just another guy
His hair, wack
His gear, wack
His jewelry, wack
His foot stance, wack
The way he talks, wack
The way he doesn't even like to laugh, wack
Me, I'm tight as f*ck
His hair, wack
His gear, wack
His jewelry, wack
His foot stance, wack
The way he talks, wack
The way that he doesn't even like to smile, wack
Me, I'm tight as f*ck