Artist: Trip Lee f/ Gawvi, Lecrae Album: Rise Song: Manolo Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yessir Gawvi, get 'em Why we do it? Why we do it? [Chorus: Gawvi] 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 Cuz I keep one in my car and I got two at home They diff'rent kinds but they do the same thing Double-edged double-barrel (bang bang) Yessuh I'm out here facin braggins, I ain't on my mayn (bay bay) They comin' for my soul so it's bout that time (bay bay) Them lies they trying to 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, Im drinking half of your clip in the gauge And the heat in the stage, hit you with truth thats in 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 [Chorus] [Lecrae] Manolo, manolo? I'm out here going postal My partnas think I lost it, my momma think I'm loco I keep my shooter close tho, You know it's fully automatic Shoot you straight, man that trigga'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 trigga finga 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, gone mess around, but come testify (hah) And I ain't gotta say no more, gonna kick kick bang and the thing gone blow Red Letters like a red dot on yo door (yep yep yep yep yep) All yall gone with a dash on the backseat Thats me with a cut full o black ink Ima hit yall with it till I split yall widdit (man down man down) Had a bad week, bad week (man down, man down) [Chorus] [?] ya see I'm a dummy Sometimes it ain't even funny Them lies are sick and them poors and wider a truth that is sweeter than honey And we know that He got us He is with us can't block cuz hes block us [?] His word is my weapon [?] [Chorus]