Already - Magno

I step up in the game tough, y’all up on that same stuff

I’ma come down, pop trunk grip grain stuff

Fuck that, I’ma switch the game from that lame stuff

Refrain from that lame stuff, Magno’s the name what

I’m the coldest in the game, put your change up

No thread no needle, sewed the game up

New piece and chain what, pull up in that Range truck

Seat with that old cow booty, had to change buck

You got beef with lil' cutty, speak his name up

I’m a short nigga, if you tall I just aim up

I make niggas change up, and switch their style

I got the game in a leg lock, reflex style

The head standard, strapped with them head hammers

Clap one have you grabbing your chest, like Fred Sanford

Confused niggas, put em in a round room

And tell they ass, sit in a corner

Might get a deal spitting for Warner, before my whole set starve

We on the block passing rocks to cheese heads, I’m Bret Favre

You bout your bank (already), you blow dank (already)

You sip drank (already), by the pint (already)

You stacking paper (already), you shake them haters (already)

You looking good (already), you rep your hood (already)

You get left in a jam box, so fuck what you fags got

In your bed at your damn spot, your girl eating his man’s cock

Still like ya stash spot, my steal in a stash box

My wheels on them fast drops, no fill but I dash out

Break laws crash cops, you fake frauds use your ass drop

I walk up and punch niggas, like the one punch mascot

Slugga is a cash crop, better get the wheel barell

From 5th Ward to Greenspoint, cutty where I live’s therel

Nigga kiss the steal barell, and nope you isn’t therel

You dummies chase the easter bunny, walk in some Christmas carols

Got sign switch dineros, dirty money drenched clean

You rappers ain’t saying shit, like Millie Vinillie lip sing

Ma practice your ad libs, the minute she in it she lip sing

She grab the mic and grip mean, I call her the lip queen

She call me the dick king, undercover she play with dick

Keep her covered never spraying clicks, Slugga fuckers’ll spray your click

Na I ain’t playing shit, bang the clip at the game you with

And I don’t mean pop trunk on the slab, when I say I bang the fifth

I leave you brainless bitch, the reason you say nevermind

Blazed up nevermind, might take yours but never mine