Lyrics:
Bitch I'm racking up I'm feeling how them hundreds feel
Like cheese I'm mac'n up you might see how these bullets feel
I'm trill you know I'm breaking
a Big Mac
I'm at Donut Factory with the gang
Got 20 donuts for a tenner, and they bang
Stepped in, X, looking all fresh
Big up Jack Silkstone, you
So smooth but it bites back
Hit it up again when all my problems start to stack
Thinking it's gon be the Return of the Mac
Days so heavy, every night
They like, "Vonte' where you going?"
Man I'm going up
You can't come with me if you ain't feeling sure enough
RIP my nigga Mac, I'll always show him
Skrt
Pop out, nigga drop dead Glock out, yeah
Sun out, got the mac shit we spun out, yeah
Cops out, nigga talk shit he rot mouth, yeah
We out, bitch
amazing how I've mastered it
Matter fact immaculate
The way that I came and crafted it
Mac is at the shit and ready to aim it at yuh quick
Ain't talking
el polo y el polo de choco
ThefuckingNeio en el Mac tirando dembow
A las tantas de la noche y todos sin voz
(Dime ¿qué pasó?)
Piba ¿Dónde estás?
De
Roll, roll, you know we've been on a roll
Feel like Mac when I miller rock
Flexing drip, even on my sock
Youse a bitch, don't need you near my soul
is nick
You trynna get slap
Loading up this track
Counting my racks
Pass me the map
Grab on the grab on grab on the grab on the Mac that's right
at a bitch and now she too attached
She say we a match but I'm livin' fast
Got a gift for nigga who try to attack
I carry a stick my bro got the mac
He emptied
I Got A Bad Bae In My Room
I Got A Glock In The Safe
I Got An AK On My Name
I Got The Mac Ayy
I Ask Her Name While She's In The Game
I Got The Full
(Damn she waddle) (Ah)
On the daily
Used to could only wear what was on clearance racks (Racks)
They still described my style as Mac's (Mac)
Now I dibble
on the Mac, or we listen to Jack
Every nigga in the bay know they the kings of rap
I ain't gon' burn out in this new Benz, I got a Chevy
Bring you and your
Walk around with the bag on me, I cannot miss
Walk around with the mac on me, I cannot slip
And you know shorty is bad for me, but she a ten
No I
a stain in a new Cadillac
Got the Glock 23 and I ride with a Mac
And this chopper gone rip, leave some holes in your back
I just hit up the plug and ran off
passed out
I'm the trap bring the bags out
I'm in the trap with the Macs out
I'm in this shit bring the racks out
Running the shit why you mad at me
I
Bitch I'm on fire nigga
I'm running through the racks
Nigga
Serving em packs nigga
I'm grabbing that mac nigga
I make the brick walk
I make
tomorrow I ain’t open my Social
No open bars I’ma take this all over
The jack attack get real scary I’m Feeling you
Strap a Mac and all my niggas going
got the mac. I Point a finger and he drop shit
Live by pacific got me feeling real nauseous
Niggas play dumb but when they see me they look cautious
Claiming that you born to mac but you just going through a phase
Saw dat slut get fuked once now you crying feeling played
Bitch please I'm one them niggas
now cause I'm dropping the ticket
Dropping the ticket I'm dropping the ticket
Get ya money right I'm dropping the ticket
On the farm with the Mac-10
I'm
Keep it smooth like
There can never be another Mac G
Even if they clone me
Am I coming off too aggressive
Too real, for real
That’s all I know,
Twenties, 50’s, 100’s just count it
Ruegars, Mac 10’s, AK’s, not bout it
Speed up, slow down
OK just tell em that I lapped em, lapped em
Sorry that I
out to the Bay cuz I got slaps on deck Like E40 or Mac Dre
Remember bumpin OutKast they would treat me like an outcast
Look at all these little rappers
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