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yu a bitxh,and we know that yu a snitch,so stop talking like u wit it,

Draco for a ARPeezy,nighas shoot'n up houses,gon n Sob I'm by the tree,soon

a whore yeah dem life get fuck


Hello? Hello?
Dawg hang up to pussyclaat
Ah, let me rise up dem thing yah yaah
Yo Mac, start the car
We a mash a works

Cause I See blood when my eyes close

All them threats
Tryna yell on the FaceTime
I ain't wit dat
Niggas pussy
Raised by hoes
And they bitch
And I ain't

Nigga got no fits rocking Fila
You steady saying that I wanna be ya
(ha)
More bricks than A dealer
Nah ion do coke
I been getting my green up
Spin on dat

respect
Shawty bad she came from Costa Rica
Baby, what you doing here alone?
I'm like baby girl it's really nice to meet ya…
Hop up in my car I'll take you

nigga 
Dat cell was so damn cold I had a coat an still would shiver 
I been making my way out 
I been building my self up
I been counting up dem racks 
I

down
Dey comin in by da pounds
(Hail Mary)
Touchdown
It’s louder than the surround
Sound
Yea we from da town
RIP to MAC
Dey don’t like it when I’m down

homie
Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, I ain't finna act for homie
Yeah, 300 hot and fully loaded, Fuck wrong, make me Blackout on em
Fuck wrong,

to smack it out the ball park
I been movin' Savage, Metro Boomin' I got No Heart
Sauces by the milli'n got you fillin' up your shopcart, Transform your lady

Chicken wit the hot sauce
3 cups of Fruit Punch
Wake up by my mixtapes and my trap queen wife
Boy I was born and raised in KC
I ain't bout but I heard about

Do What You Like

Trina

Loon [Clean]

2003

wit a true play a mac nigga wit Loon. Loon been
Get stacks way back since the ruler. Rick The Ruler Ice game was cooler caked up before Jacob
Was

Guns and Butter

C-Rayz Walz

Ravipops (The Substance)

a fact I max
Subtract the whack, now divide the stacks
Multiplied by the feel of the real, and I'm back
And my DAT contains the masters, so I maintain

control or erode in your woes

Wana walk then lets do that
True to the old school 
Kickin' new facts
Merch stuffed in my backpack
Heard the truth who dat

that shaped me
Passion bubbling, that made a nigga act crazy
Was playing games, i'm sorry for alla dat ladies

Was flippin packs, been wanting to get

Still on that 
Still get back 
For a sandwich 
Niggas get wrapped 
Ever seen a switch 
On a Mac 
Clip jump like 
Buffy da body 
When she clapp 
One

on my left
If i call he gon slide with a mac
I got the sauce, I ain’t worried bout no beef
I get you gone by the end of the week
What the fuck he thought,

when she hit the pole
She drop that ass, then later on she took a nigga soul
Gold paint, black tips
Remind me of them things I stuff up in the mac clip

lies and yall piping em up it don’t make sense tell me
Yea I’m back now
Came in here to act out
Crazy how the ones who hate the most be in the background

Come slide
On me
Pull out
Dat Mac’ey
Wacky
Gadget
Everything is
Lackey Dackie
Never show
No lovey
Dovey
Not in
Public
Never discuss
What’s been said
In

me credit
Its gone all pay off and I promise I won't regret it

I ain't wanna do it
But I finna do it
Dis bitch act like she ain't well dat bihh

in the budget
When i pull up on you you be runnin
And that choppa....
Tell dat nigga pipe up

Might buy a new bugatti no brakes on it
Young nigga, I

up your legs just to get a little snack
Flip you on yo stomach just to eat it from the back, get to bitin on dat apple til you say you want this Mac

dat gimme dis
Back home, back roads got smoke
Back home God knows I flow
iPhone turned off, eyes closed
Arms open, I'm poor
I'm more than mirror shows

spittin hot rounds 

I ain’t finna stop now 
Back down ridin round w a Mac in my lap now,

Knife play no bad sounds jus a ow, 
N’ u bleeding out, (whoa)