Return of the Macc

Yea
It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea
Yea It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea

Poochie M little bitch (Poochie M)
Return of the Macc (Return of the Macc)
Return of the Real (Return of the Real)
Still trying to get to it (Yea)
Money Mob (Money Mob)
Bitch you know we tied in (Yea)

I done fucked around and relapsed
I'm back at it
I tried quitting but I can't
I'm a rap addict
Lyrical dope, straight drop
I come to your city
And set up shop
Shut yours down
Then move around when it get hot
I mix my flow with some soda
And watch it rise to the top
It's still wet but it's sold before I take it out the pot
I get money by the knot
Moving underground
Re-up, relocate, then go do it in another town (Gone)
I roll a doobie up and face it
I'm riding with a dime piece
My bitch bad your bitch basic, face it
I'm dressed fresh like I'm headed to a banquet
But cash is the only thing I'm headed to a bank with (Yea)
I'm trying to make a deposit
But if you trying to make a withdrawal
Hit me on my line, I got it
And you can get it, if you need that
Hard, soft, X pills, or the weed sac, believe that
It's Macc Music
Use it, but don't abuse it
Pistol on me, niggas try me I'm a fucking use it (Bang)
It's Macc Music
Pistol on me, niggas try me I'm a fucking use it (Bang)

Yea
It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea
Yea It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea

Yea
It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea
Yea It's the return of the Macc bitch
Yea I'm back bitch, yea

I ain't no killer but don't push me
My momma raised two men and one woman
Not no pussies
And I ain't gone let you put me
Where the sun don't shine
I'm a leave one of you heathens barely breathing
If you try to take mine (No taking mine)
I get out there and get it, Come back with it
And put it on the table
Watch me and my niggas split it
Boy quit it, cause you ain't really with it
You fall off every week in the trap cause you ain't committed
The shit you talk about in your rap
You don't really live it
And the way I'm flossing on you niggas
Got you niggas livid
Sucka niggas hated on me
Now they want to appeal it
Cause I'm certified, due for my respect
They gotta give it
Yea, Yea