Trip Lee Feat. Lecrae – Manolo Lyrics

Yessir
Gawvi, get ’em
Why we do it?
Why we do it?

I do it for the turn-up (Gat gat)
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking ’bout no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it

Got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo

Trying to tell them boys
I never leave da crib alone
‘Cause I keep one in my car and I got two at home
They different kinds but they do the same thing
Double-edged double-barrel (Bang! Bang!) Yes sir!

I’m out here facin’ dragons, I ain’t out my mind (Bang bang)
They comin’ for my soul so it’s ’bout that time (Bang bang)
Them lies they tryna kill me if you don’t believe me
I don’t care, I don’t care
I can’t take it easy

I’m flippin’ the page, I’m drinking half of your clip in the gauge
And the heat in the stage, hit you with truth, he’s hit every phrase
He cut me deep I’m
Divin’ in, divin’ in
When I ride I got to (Fly, fly)
Come alive again

That’s right (When I ride I got to)
Come alive again, you know we got it
Come alive again, uh huh
Manolo mayne

I do it for the turn-up (Gat gat)
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking ’bout no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it

Got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo

Manolo, Manolo?
I’m out here going postal
My partners think I lost it, my momma think I’m loco
I keep my shooter close though, You know it’s fully automatic
Shoot you straight, man that trigger’ll do you plenty damage

I got enemies, I can’t see’em all but they lurkin’ (Lurkin’)
I flip that page on ’em, my trigger finger stay workin’ (Pop pop pop)
I got plenty ammo, got old and new they both testify (My Lord)
And ain’t nobody playin’ with you, gon’ mess around, but come testify (Hah)
And I ain’t gotta say no more, gonna kick kick bang and the thing gon’ blow
Red Letters like a red dot on yo door (Yep yep yep yep yep)
All y’all gone with a dash on the backseat
That’s me with a cut full of black ink
I’ma hit y’all with it ’til I split y’all with it (Man down, man down)
Had a bad week, bad week (Man down, man down)
(Man down, man down)
(Man down, man down, man down, had a bad week)
(Man down, man down)
(Man down, man down)
(Man down, man down, man down, had a bad week)

I do it for the turn-up (Gat gat)
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking ’bout no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it

Got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo (‘Nolo)
Manolo, got a cabin in Manolo

I be a sheep, I’m a dummy
Sometimes it ain’t even funny
Them lies are sicker than poison while the truth, that is sweeter than honey
And we know that he got us
He is with us, can’t block us, Ibaka
And we fighting the lies ’cause his word is my weapon
It’s going Brrrr-aaat!

I do it for the turn-up (Gat gat)
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking ’bout no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it

Got a cabin in Manolo