Boink, beep, like, boing, right, said, and you don't, fool
Boink, beep, like, boing, right, said, and you don't
DJ, DJ gone, DJ go
DJ gone, DJ go
DJ gone, DJ gone
DJ gone, DJ go
A lot of niggas talkin' *** and end up gettin' they weak split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', crackin' checks
Bust a ass, nigga, run yo' mouth and get yo' ass blowed off
Watch me put my steam mask on, come and get that trick, now drop it off
Lanes get buried thick in tricks that try to piss in us
Get stuck and zipped up in a body bag to let you know yo' ass can have
Buzzin', we get niggas lookin', throwin' up the wrong sign
I'm starin' at em' like they J.Cole, bitch, you ain't no friend of mine
Shoot a stupid sucker in a minute, don't you give a *** about another nigga
If he's big, then you should cap his ass, nigga, like the Mackers
Smack a nigga like a nigga, smack a bitch, you clucker
Straight up hustler, smackin' crackers
Niggas done with the handle of my phone
So now you wishin' you could run yo' nigga, nigga, like we poppin' cars
So once again, I got to show these niggas who they dealin' with
Don't play me with your suckers, all my niggas keep a-buckin' y'all
Classified as limit killers, let's make a time sheet
That fight like punches, it be stupid hoes
It's Ya gon' fool
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
It's Ya gon' fool
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
It's Ya gon', ya gone, it's Ya lei, ya ***, it's your former
I'm hangin' in North Memphis with my niggas derses
On that beat, got a Mack 10 on the side of my hips
For a rooter, boo, lemme light a cypher, run a lip
Smoked out on it, Gunja weed while sittin' back sippin' on Hennessy
I'm hidin' three birds in a tie, I'm fakin', blinkin'
Also creepin', I *** my y'all bank, load this bitch and see what's next
Don't start some ***, jump like you got Anna
Close your eyes, watermelon trick, make a wish
Got Teflon in your lungs, then now you gaspin' for your last breath
Young nigga tryna outrun some hollow tips, but Trinicuin took your last step
See buster niggas run they mouth, but eventually get their cranium
Cracked by MC Mack, we robbin' Satan
Stick em up, hold what you got, my nine don't have no feelings
As I'm dishin' out those hollow things
Triple six in the family, kill a clan of snitches
And I'm at it, slopin', poppin', droppin', bust a trick
We rockin' royal weed and rooters, hope I bang your face
Now bitch, you shouldn't have *** to say
Pray your pussy, nigga, nigga, Mack will always keep her tongue
For sucker, clucker, ***er, mother***er, bump into your dome