III STRIKES
Mackbo
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You ain't think I was gonna catch up to you, did you Man, I didn't... Did you Did you Why you leave the little homie on stuck I didn't leave the little homie nothing, nigga You was supposed to pick me up anyway You better lower your motherfucking voice You was supposed to pick me up anyway Give a f*ck You still left the little homie on stuck He in the hospital with his ass in a sling Look, man, I told you I ain't had nothing to do with that, man Homie picked me up... Why you move your hands like that I didn't pick you up Why you move your hands like that Keep your hands to your motherfucking side Homie picked me up We got pulled over by the police He gets out the car and start dumping I ran I mean, what Uh, uh, uh, shit See, I feel everything, and I see everything Look, I got three times, and I'm out I only need a take Sleeping in the studio until I make 100K Shawty need to pump her brakes She speeding right in front the Jakes Aye who trying to see me skate once I touch this interstate Three strikes, then you out I'm putting three stacks in my mouth If they ask what I did it for, I did it for the South I got cash still coming in that them people don't know about My price gon' keep going up I can't keep track of the amount Mount is what, I'm holding up Holding close my name Holding back ain't what I do I only hold this pain Keep it stacking Keep a sack and Hold the K You know what to do Make sure that these niggas pay And I mean what I mean what I'm tired of this shit, nigga Damn Oh, what Oh, why that nigga do that Blue, catch him You about to get it Oh, now what you gonna do Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on You know what to do, nigga You know what to do You know what to do See, I feel everything, and I see everything Get your digits up Scale talking back to me like Mackbo how we gon get it up Never ran into dead ends I always switched it up I feel like throwing a party Bitches only, 60 cups If she got double D, she might get the tip or 50 bucks He truly don't give a f*ck He always seem to push his luck Lucky seven's where my dice Let's roll That's my last year fucking up and that's My last year being broke Always on the move I never stay against the ropes Sucker niggas sink the boats I'm getting sucked up by the goat Shawty can't hold me tight I'm not tryna spend the night I gotta go Yuh, shit I gotta go I can't get caught by po-po If I catch a third strike I can't see my baby or home Bitch I'm about to go mental Bitch you don't know what I been through Stacking it up ain't issue no mo I be spread spreading this dough to my kinfolk And I got stripes like a bengal Give me the crown I'm all in her dental I really go wild they throwing the fouls My bitch is too spicy while they bitches mild Give you 3 strikes treat you just like a child Go get the stick tell 'em meet me outside We're throwing the hands My pockets parade, I stay with them bands My wolves stay hungry like Duran Duran Air Force one I'm too fly to land I move how I move and they move when they can We blowing smoke like we turned on a fan And speaking of fans, I need more of them You have to respect me I put the work in And I'm not even asking bitch meet my demands Hold this beat ransom ask for dividends If I ain't the shit, then who better than I got a lot on my mind and I'm sure that the shit on my mind isn't fit for the weak I hear y'all talking that shit but yall can keep on talking just don't bring that shit up to me Done making foes my goals, when I lick her toes the only time I see defeat Bo featured God when he featured me And he knows that I'm based, but I ain't Little B Bitch I'm 6'3, Mutombo whenever I stand on a beat I do not fumble if handed to me And it's royal rumble if you want it for free They locked up the demon, you thought I went to the sky When they let me out I promise you boys that you won't survive Skeletons inside the closet right next to my archives I can't leak nothing, my bitch keep her shit on a hard drive She always pick my side, But I never pick up cause I'm busy hoe In this pickup truck I smash the gas and I get to it yo That bitch been a bop since we was little bro Bopping on these tracks, I spit it back, I make her giggle no If you were gonna tell your friends then you should've sent them to lo Three strikes yeah I'm cashing out Three strikes bitch let's air it out Three stacks did it for the A But Mack he do it for the south Three strikes bitch I'm breaking out Three strikes bet they feel me now
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