Mac! — bitch! Whore!
It’s Mac!
I been moving on my own, been getting plenty
Gon’ talk to you when you done grown, can’t be no Guinea
Told the bitch don’t call my phone.. I know she grinning
She left me 37 vms, and still sending
They said, “Mike, why you a lover? Make them bops!”
I said, “Bitch, my Danny Glover filled with Glocks!”
I said, “They switched had me all over, came for tops”
It’s plenty fish but they all sober baby not
Told the bitch it’s fuck you
How you earn that?
Talking shit but run and duck you
How you learn that?
New fendi sneaks we had to buck you
How you burn that?
Is just a act, not really moving case he turn back
No I ain’t a stud, but I keep a strap
He trynna press me ‘bout a sub I told him keep to facts
Thе guala fit me like a glove, a Louiе cleat to match
Slick trynna address me ‘bout some hoes, I told him be exact
People falling like leaves every season
Been preserving energy for a reason
When it start taking off I won’t have time
Hug my momma grab my Glock when it’s half time
I know we had a week, but why you leaving?
It ain’t no boundaries in people pleasing
Think I started getting soft, was a bad sign
Gotta run it ‘til it’s off, gotta grab mine
Got my foot on the exhaust.. Make a big noise
Had to leave and cut it off.. Was a big choice
I got issues with my trust.. Hard to make new
Form a friction then it bust.. Gotta break through
The more I up the more I see yo’ hating fester
Don’t call my phone I’m in the lab.. bitch, call me Dexter
Think it’s a race I always win, said maybe next year
No you can’t join you had yo, time I had to next ya
He put some Reggie in that Loose Leaf, that’s how he coming
He got his eyes on me like YouTube.. Who brought the bum in?
Just take one walk down on yo’ crew you’ll get to running
We’ll put the chalk down for a few you get to sonin’
She blocked me on the gram but say she miss it
I plopped her on the ground and made her kiss it
She dropped juice in the brown me I don’t I risk it
Got caught fucking round on more than digits