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Solomeek & Macck

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Boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah, yeah
I'm on the block on the front line, niggas be pussy
They tough in they punchlines , duckin from one time
That pussy lit, call her sunshine, servin' that shit like the lunch line

Plug  on the way, he gon' send me that zaza, turn your white tee to a tye dye
Hop out the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his  bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada , I dive in that pussy like like sky dive
just made the jug out the wawa , hand to hand, servin' that chicken like Popeye

Who want the smoke? Who want the beef? I'm concrete
Comin' straight out the streets, my flow hard, that's delivery
What's your order? I deliver it

Road runnin', I ain't sendin' shit
Cause I ain't payin' if it's gettin' picked
What, I look like a fuckin' lick
Mmm, just look how he walk, look how he talk, look how he floss

I swear to God, you pull up on me, I'ma turn this bitch into the Holocaust
Too many soldiers, I'm feelin' like Hitler, Adolf
My new dog came with a laser
My trap phone sound like a pager

Yeah, like to be a block like a carnival
Gun on my hip choppa, spit like them army dudes
I want some beef like a carnivore
Fifth im my dip, you get hit with this arsenal

I get the drop, get the pack straight from Portugal
I got good dope, check the particles
Kickin' his door man, this shit could get pivotal
Empty the clip, his condition is critical

I get my youngins to finish you
I'm on the block with a Glock and a clip or two
Beat up the trap for the revenue
Reach for my chain and you catchin' a shell or two

Runnin' through the jungle, where the haters want you fell
Where your homeboys got the money, but they ain't pay the bail
In reality, they want your spot, can't you tell
Even when you inhale, exhale, he pray that it fail

Man, they hooked up with the opps
Tryin' to really get you pop, but it feel like a dream
Could you really show the blocks
How to mix it up with the bakin soda , movein the rocks

F*ck that nigga and his mans
We know he pussy while he playin
On the net, you really tough
I'm tryin' to see bout what you sayin

Caught him lockin' with his bitch
He tried to run and peed his pants
THT ain't totin' standards
We got guns, Afghanistan

We gon' spin on this block like a ceiling fan
I been the man and I know bitch, you been a fan
Glock 23 air him out of hisTimberlands
I got them racks so she fuckin but no, I can't be your man

Ch-ch-ch-choppers, we air him out
AR-15 with a cooler, he hot, had to put him out
I'm on the block and  the stick is out
No, I'm not one of them, I done did  shit, I can't speak about

I think somebody turned on the heater
In the kitchen with the beakers
Got Mack comin' straight through the speakers
Smokin' Keisha, dawg, nice to meet ya

If you talkin' dumb, contact deleted
Big facts, dawg, if you speak it
Big speaker, got tired of leeches
Keep it on me, dawg, never panic

Mom and daddy wasn't married, bastard
40 on me, friends carry caskets
Brick after brick, gram after gram
Lil, homie, man, you need repetition

Gloves on, mask on
Fumes in the kitchen, mess with my vision
Cook it dry, trap jumpin
Phone bumpin', we gettin' it on

Junkies comin', we sellin' it raw
How u want it, dawg, hard or soft
It's Mack , it's Mack
mack, mack, mack, mack, mack

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