Lyrics FeeNom Davis – Mamba Mentality | New Today Lyrics

Look, said i’m tryna skate off
Offsets on the whip, watch me and my migos takeoff
Old news, yea she the past tense
I don’t want your bitch, she ain’t on my radar
Grind time, about to ice the jewels
Boy got more concentration than adolf
Never taught to play by the rules
But i play my cards right like its 8-off
Stellar flow, i had to find the groove
Now nothing can stop me, i’m limitless
My circle small and it’s intricate
In other words, it’s hard to get into it
Huh, you know how them niggas get
Lowkey on some envy shit
Bro keep that fake shit, i ain’t feeling it
No fatigue, keep that energy
Listen, this shit goes for anyone it may concern
I don’t give a fuck who you are
Like how they laughed at me sleeping in the whip
Til i pulled up shitting in my newer car
Versatile, i told em i can do it all
Shared plans with my friends and they blew em off
So i don’t got nothing for you, i blew it all
Oh now they friendly again? i’m so through with yall
All of a sudden, they wanna get too involved
But i get the idea, i’ma keep my two cents for the hell of it
All them niggas you swear i ain’t better than
You better go ahead to the with that begging shit
Everybody ain’t loyal, it’s evident
How i’m your people, but i ain’t your preference
Fuck that lil note on that cheap ass whip
I should have my lil niggas come jack it, no letterman

Bitch you know i’ma skate off in a benz
Mamba mentality, i gotta win
You trying to bring my legacy to an end
Tony montana, this my little friend
Say what’s up nigga, yea
You know what’s up nigga, yea
I tried to tell em again and again
I’m not your brother, no you not my mans
I ain’t talking barbie, but you not my kin
Change on your people, you’ll do it again
You a fuck nigga, yea
So i can’t fuck with ya, nah

Look, scared money don’t make money
Boy you be ducking paper, like origami
A chip on my shoulder, since late in the 90’s
Impatient, now they can no longer deny me
Gotta stop smoking, cause i be too high up
Airplane mode, i don’t answer the phone
Hop on the track, get to running
They call me an 8 legged freak when i get in the zone
I’m working on starting a franchise
But i had to go make a few trades on the team
Now my shit hitting state, after state, after state
All them setbacks done turned my career to a slingshot
Man all i’m saying is i done seen everything
Only thing left for me to do is come up
Now i’m on fire, they spotify me at the g-way
And fuck around and blow the pump up
Boom
Grinding all night till the sun up
You can’t hit my blunt you might give me a bum-bump
Move
I’m just getting started, i ain’t even through
Got a whole lot of shit i been meaning to prove
Man, tell me how you got ambition
But your scheme don’t even match up with the goals
They lying like howard, i’m stacking my dollars
Stopped selling weed and started hustling flows
I shoot for excellence, you want the bezzle lit
I want some earth, ain’t got time for embezzlement
Your code of ethics ain’t part of my ethnic
Not one to bet against, i got the leverage
Ppdub pray, promote, work
Keep looking back, you gone trip going forward
And man niggas know f keep it 150
You’ll think i was whipping a ford

Bitch you know i’ma skate off in a benz
Mamba mentality, i gotta win
You trying to bring my legacy to an end
Tony montana, this my little friend
Say what’s up nigga, yea
You know what’s up nigga, yea
I tried to tell em again and again
I’m not your brother, no you not my mans
I ain’t talking barbie, but you not my kin
Change on your people, you’ll do it again
You a fuck nigga, yea
So i can’t fuck with ya, nah