Video Be A Man de Al Chapo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al Chapo - Be A Man Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, huh, huh
You can have her, I don't need her
I got me and I got these Roxies (Roxies)
Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo) ('sabi)
Midnight Blue Maserati
Boy, I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'm cocky (Cocky)

[Chorus]
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man

[Verse]
Hit him in the leg, can't never walk again, huh
She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands
She gotta get fucked on a big bed
Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end
Y'all niggas better stop that reaching
So damn high, I can't come down, huh
He can't be BL, he a clown (Brtt, brtt, brtt)
You finna take me back with that progress
Can I take you back to my projects?
I fuck her good, her pussy so wet
I fuck her good but I don't have sex
Slide her all up in the projects
Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here
Put an Ajax on it, come correct
Baby Whoa never beefing on the internet
I got felonies, no misdemeanor
Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it
And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? (Nope)
I got love for every gun that I tote
You don't mean nothing to me no more
She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull
Huh, slaughter house, baby welcome to the slaughter house
I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down
Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick)
Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now
Hate me, but I respect that
She hates me, but let's address that
Head down, just stay down
Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door
And it's bang gang, double round drum
It's a fifty on 'em, equal a hundo'
She tellin' them lies, she think I don't know
I be stopping shit, they got the wrong whoa
And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44
Baby Whoa, real damn 'oso
[Chorus]
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man