Lyrics:
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
get schmithin
C- crib by the water, but I'm never out whippin
My mental fuckin' slowly fadin' away, I might be trippin
I ain't Chuck Norris, but I might
the Eastside, it was mayday
Red Bentley drop, let's play, play
Chuck Stone home, my nigga Ray, hey
Pass the Brandy brother, I'm Ray J
That was deep for y'all,
looking sour when his pack gone
Long live Bernie left the crib with my Mac on
Rap shit sweet I guess im finna get my snack on
Times get hard you know im
the Lord, for my thought
connected to the microphone, so check the cycle tone
that I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps
The mac daddy makes you
chuck wood?
Yo, I don't know, all I know is I say it good
Asu, you got the funky, funky rhymes
Yo my brother, run it down the line
[ VERSE 5: Asu ]
shit and a thick plastic
I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin'
Cause I
Jordan 4s out the four door
That was way before I had the chucks on
I got vans now
Play with me
You better tell that little boy to stand down
We was
at the world like
PLEASE TELL ME
Looking at the stars like
PLEASE TELL ME
Yo I got a fire burning within
See my past set a blaze with the turn of the wind
me like Midas
Cause I got the green thumb
And I can't hide it
My old homies on
Gilligan's Island
I take the beat
Then I put it to the mileage
the mac
And Ima rest ya cardiac faster than a heart attack
If I got it and you want it and you snatching you get clapped
No cap, straight facts these
a bouquet (hmmp)
These Chuck's on me by Dior (by Dior)
My drip like I sold out the stores (that's tough)
The game isn't free I bought more (yeah)
She cleaning
you feeling me okay it's okay I'm okay
Cause I do my thang in the city I'm popping G
Got this new pressure they don't freed the real
Ayyyy pops
kids, I'm so far on
I gotta house full of chicks like the playboy home
Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
Twizzy
Yeah next up
We got
Nigga better watch your back
Niggas they switch and attack
Got me going mad like I’m max
Counting all the money to the max
Summer days by the mac’s
Summer
Bah, yeah
Got my nigga Tekashi69 in this bitch
You already know it's Moe Dollaz
(Hear me, big money) ah!
I flam it, I blam, it I spam it, I jam it
you how we gonna go through cos everywhere we go to
My people are wise we gonna take you by surprise because we switching up the lines
I got something
around, grab a drink, chuck it down, make your body go around
Got to makeup before you break up
Baby, I'm losing control
Got to makeup before you break up
the rafe
I'm barely in the door, fuck the rain, I'm straight
Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing
Worried bout nothing, I got lisce' and registration
Glad bag in a trash receptacle
Drive by with five guys
With macs and then we pull
Wake up at midnight
Eat ya
Go back to bed when full
I'll hand a tech
Pimpin’, I could sell a snow bunny
Got juice with the D, no Sunny
On my way to the A just to meet Sonny
I just do it for my
Youngins and the fiends buggin’
Gotta cop a chain
With a Big Mac that screams my name
I'm a sly cat the beat got maimed
Gotta sell a track 'cause I need the fame
Bundled in a pack
hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip
Mac Sauce with McNuggets
Cock it back, Double clutch it
Ha, Ha its too hot
MC Hammer you cant touch it
Sketchers all on my feet
Scure me gotta pee
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