Lyrics:
the way
Hey, guess who's going out tonight
By the way, hey, by the way
Guess who's going out tonight
Sorry, if you just tuned in
And you're looking
the way
Hey, guess who's going out tonight
By the way, hey, by the way
Guess who's going out tonight
Sorry, if you just tuned in
And you're looking
damage ya dogs where the you-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When
Verse 1: Pastor Troy
These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank
Fuck, sittin' up lettin' these motherfuckerz know, though
You're my pimp buddies, my boy Sean Dogg, you on a mission (Yeah, baby!)
Creep Dogg, I
ready to pull the Mac out
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in
Shit, I seen a slab get stripped
switched up
Now you feeling stuck
Don't got no where to go ain't making moves to getting rich no
You like the switch flow?
I got a pistol
I'm out my shit oh
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Strapped, armed, ready, ain't nobody goosin me
Got ( ? ) where the airbags used to be
Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege
Hennessy is like
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
Skee-yee
This Frank goat
Geezy
Representing for all the big boys out there
Big boys
Big boy lovin time
Hey hey hey hey
Shoutout Hokz in the booth
My
fresh form out of town
Just breezed in, so I thought I'd take a look around
And find a party where the vibe is right
I'm talkin' maybe meet a honey,
pussy, you niggas is cats
Never could rat, put that shit in a bottle, go chuck in the ocean, it ain't coming back
Watching my move like a toddler, boy, I
the giant
Ugh now I'm smellin my self
Flow sicker than shit where the hell is my health
Startin to feel like makaveli myself
Watch I put that muthafuckin mac
strength
Running up racks while ducking the feds
Running down routes to reup again
Used to eat crumbles to stack up my bread
Now Money Trees is the gang I
mind
Said I'll be okay, I'll be alright, cause I know I got my best friends by my side
As long as my boys come out tonight, the thought of you is never
like instant messenger
You've got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat
squeeling
Without the mac, naked and nervous is how Im feeling
But when I got the strappy Im the calmest catty in the building
So dont tempt me boy
Acting Tom
by my side And we stay paid we're here to slay
Lets fuck shit up and leave we living life outside tonight and everywhere is where I Wanna be
I'm in
and dust and flushed 'em
If you don't know what my salary is
You 'bout to know what a fatality is
The reality is, if I don't know what my calories is
bodies up, wet them bodies up
Don't leave them boys alive, boys alive
I'm a south side rider, hot flow ripper
All I need is a ship with a gangster ass
of your browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if
and tuck away the pain
Tribulations why I'm shaking, patience burnt by the flame
Wick is empty, wicked entry way I came in the game
Sold my soul for
skin is black (Still nigga)
My
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga (That's me,
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