Lyrics:
amusement
Never really thought that it
Would turn to something but that's that
I just fell in love with this rap
In GarageBand on my old Mac
Yeah, I'm talkin'
purple by the pound bitch you know dat
Bitch I do that
10 Bands
20 Bands
30 Bands
Bitch im movin
Bitch I'm groovin
Bitch you know dat bitch i do that
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
ain't talkin' bout a Big Mac
Move, bitch back
Drinkin' Henny bitch I'm big smacked (Ugh)
Only fuck with them big packs
Doin' drugs til' I relapse (Yeah)
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
picture me rollin'
Baghdad, couldn't picture me ?
Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth til my fuckin' roof missin'
by the 20 I'm countin up racks
Bottom the glock that bitch gotta flash
Come round my way you get hit with the mac
50's and 100's I'm countin up racks
Ah
Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)
My whole portfolio is gangster,
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
toting the MAC
No time to be scared
When we on 'em point it at 'em, tell him to fill the bag
'cause we not getting had
By this time it's 5:30, rush
I'm movin' at
You know I let that Mac come
I ain't talkin' laptops
Talkin' 'bout that fast-bot
Fifty in the clip, you disrespect
And that's your ass, ha
Jack
I can give you a dime like I'm coach Mac
Got lil bro on the block, he tryna hold packs
I was down by the hat like four stacks
Bitch, I stay in
they all wanna kill me, with a semi or a glock 40, gotta keep a mac tucked
Got these bitches lookin' mad bruh, they movin' mad sus
Ya they talk like TMZ
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
coming inna Mac truck
Trap shit bands inna mattess
I’m wit trap rich can’t jack us
Dis nigga tripping thought he was going tax us
You only got 5 lil nigga
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, n****z movin somethin in the nine-trey
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