Macaroni Time

By Jay5ive

Released on May 6, 2024

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[Intro]

Grrah, grrah

Said she like my gun, buck, buck

Lil' bitch tryna have my son (Grrah, grrah), buck, buck

(Spvtnik)

Grrah, grrah, boom, nigga

Free Dot, Free Naz

(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

Ldot


[Chorus]

Spinnin' blocks (Buck, buck), but you already know this

Name a gun that Jay5ive wasn't totin' (Buck, buck)

Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem

Bro in the paint, tryna ball like DeRozan (Buck, buck)

Uppin' on who? He better blow it

'Cause I'll be the type make a fuck nigga focus (Buck, buck)

They can't name a time where Jay Fever ain't throwin'

I ain't tryna hop out this V, it ain't stolen (Grrah)

He get shot tryna play with my Jet

They mentionin' Nay, they gettin' me upset (Skrrt)

Like, I ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech

Likе, I ain't the one who doin' shit correct (Buck, buck)

Ldotty, go tap your nеck

The Wash niggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench (Buck, buck)

Niggas popped, like, show more than ten

I run up a check and spend it with my friends


[Verse]

On the—

On the bros, word to bro, I get gritty

She know who I am, keep tryna throw me kitty

Go—

Go deeper, fuck on her kidneys

She want me to sign a broom up on her tittie (Buck, buck)

Bro buggin', bag off the stimmies

Like, I'm gettin' tired of wearin' straight Amiris (Buck, buck)

Rackz buggin', hittin' 150

I cannot get caught, they 'ready know I'm grippy (Buck, buck)

Gun barkin', trigger, it miss me

'Cause it keep on askin', "Fever, could you flick me?"

Straight bussin', bitch, you won't get me

'Cause I'm in my thoughts, I'm thinkin' about Mini

Start buggin', this not a renty

Like, this just the V, you hop out or get busy (Buck, buck)

She frontin', she know the vibes

And she gon' fuck me even if I miss you (Buck, buck)

On the block with the Jets, gotta fly that

We don't backtrack, we do not sidetrack (Buck, buck)

If he miss that, he cannot hide that

And bro got his back, he tryna go apply that (Buck, buck)

I'm the type who won't ask where the ride at

Don't you ask 'bout a bitch, I'm inside that

Know a block who cannot get they guys back

They ain't never the type to go and ask where 5ive at (Said she like my, buck, buck)

I was on blocks, I ain't need a tutor, word to my deads, I did not need a torment

Ain't need nobody to teach me to shoot, word to my deads, I was outside performin'

Talkin' 'bout high school, shit gettin' borin'

Like, I got a passion for flickin' out the foreign

They ain't give me umbrellas or hugs when it's stormin'

Jay5ive tellin' fever, "Ain't nobody fallin'" (Buck, buck)

On the block with the gun in my backpack

Put the G to his face and ask him, "Where the bag at?" (Buck, buck)

Yellin' out, "Ewok", where the Makks at?

The first to say it back, the first to be a hashtag (Buck, buck)

Where the plugs at? Where the stash at?

I don't care if it's fetty, brodie better grab that (Buck, buck)

And them opp niggas, niggas mad fast

So don't bring 'em up 'cause niggas doin' mad bad (Buck, buck)


[Chorus]

Spinnin' blocks, but you already know this

Name a gun that Jay5ive wasn't totin'

Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem (Said she like my, buck, buck)

Bro in the paint tryna ball like DeRozan

Uppin' on who? He better blow it

'Cause I'll be the type make a fuck nigga focus (Buck, buck)

They can't name a time where Jay Fever ain't throwin'

I ain't tryna hop out this V, it ain't stolen (Buck, buck)

He get shot tryna play with my Jet

They mentionin' Nay, they gettin' me upset (Grrah)

Like, I ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech

Like, I ain't the one who doin' shit correct (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Ldotty, go tap your neck (Said she like my, buck, buck)

The Wash niggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench

Niggas popped, like, show more than ten

I run up a check and spend it with my friends (Buck, buck)


[Outro]

Buck, buck

Said she like my, buck, buck

Buck, buck