[Intro]

Right shit, mayne

That indo is a killa

That muthafuckin heat, you know

Directly from the Sawyer strip

Sawyer ST, biatch

Yeah, doe

Young Mac ass Mall

Tell me when I gotta go

Spit that shit, mayne

You know, it's Young Mac Mall, fool

What's up, what's up, what's up?

Spit it, nigga

[Verse 1]

Because I'm dumb low, ripped off heme

Hella G's addin' up on my countin' machine

I'm countin' endless dollas before I have a dream

Of a muthafuckin heist or a gafflin' scheme

P-89 ruger with the red beam

Is the tool I use when I let off steam

Man, I'm out here gettin' famous and you just a fiend

That's why evеry time you see me, you be muggin' mе

Is your system on that morphine?

Or did your lungs get sprung on the ice cream?

Playa hatin' niggas, this rap's for y'all

You know I got a middle finger and a cap for y'all

As long as my name is Young Mac ass Mall

This game won't stop, stop, pause, pause, pause

Nigga, get rich, kill a snitch, breed a bitch

But make sure your actions on dat playa tip, mayne

But make sure your actions on dat playa tip

[Verse 2]

Check it out

Me, myself, and I, I love to stay high

There is no reason to lie, smoke the doja 'til I die

And I always stay keyed, like a locksmith

I gots to smoke the weed but I can't fuck with rocks, biatch

But if I hit the dank and talk bad to a broad

Hard hits of the weed make a nigga chest drop

Strictly Ses mob muthafucka, do you feel me?

Blaze a hundred stacks and all the playas will be

Feelin' irate, like Khayree

But he don't smoke the tree, I write the raps, he make the beats

Yeah, and then we get paid fo' real

From the pimp shit raps with the funk appeal

And it'll make about a little, or a pack will overkill

Leavin' bodies around from all the caps I fill

Sometime ill, but off the dank I'm quite calm

Fightin' the industry, cause I be droppin' the bombs

Don't sell the yayo, but I slang them units

And jealous muthafuckas, mayne, they thought I wouldn't do it

But all I say is fuck em, cause life is like a big sto'

And every night we poppin', so none of y'all can fuck with Mall

But none of y'all can fuck with Mall

Cause none of y'all can fuck with Mall

[Interlude]

Check this out, doe

Khayree, tell me when you want me to come in

Aight nigga, break em off some

[Verse 3]

Think of a playa like me, who was raised in the Killa Cali

Greeted like a soldier, North Pole of the Vallejo

And you know it's way deeper than you think

Cause fuckin with the task'll get you sent to the fling

And you won't see me on America's Most Wanted

There's a million out there, and it got my name on it

But what if my million dollar scheme don't work?

Then I'ma buy some work and let my bird chirp

And what you gon do when I cop me a thang?

See the party ain't over 'til the fat bitch sang

And how she gon sing with her mouth full of dick?

Poppin' like a choppa with a 30 round clip

I ain't slippin', slippin' or losin' balance

Cause when it come to bidness, I handle business skanless

It goes deep, I'll catch a nigga when he sleep

I'm from the streets, so peons, they better peep

Game, talkin' bad up on my name like a bitch

That lil ol' punk better miss me with dat shit

He besta miss me with dat shit (Check it out)

On my streets, all I see is TEC-9's blazin'

Late night jackin' in the city that I'm raised in

Game recognized game, Bay like poppin'

They don't wanna see me on the heist, bodies droppin'

You know it's all good, sick wit tis is how I come

Money on the dank, pimp shit, I got the bomb

I'm sessin' the most, plus the youngsta in charge

They don't wanna see me, "My Opinion" hittin' hard

Doin' illegal business, I gots to crack the 40

Since I'm versatile, the hoes wanna blow me

Now I'm in a cold sweat, livin' like a young vet

Laughin' at them fools in my Chevy, man, I jet

You know I gotta have it, so I pack my Beretta

Just in case young playas don't get it together

I'm young in the game, so I'm sidin' on these fools

Straight from the Crest, ho, I thought you knew

Yeah, I thought you knew

Strictly Sawyer from the Crest, ho, I thought you knew

[Outro]

Yeah, that's true, yeah, I thought you knew

Yeah, it's Ses mob, we handle this bidness way too real

These motherfuckers can't get in where they fit in

Cause they can't do the squeeze

Tryna have that grip, ha, you know

Because it's miggity Mac Mall, you muthafuckin fool