Fillin' The Pimp Cup

Leaving with the money like it's a hold up
Shoot a nigga off like a chip off my shoulder
She talking loyalty like she never told ya
Don't be a bitch nigga and let her go mold ya

Got quarter pound that I gotta go mail (I gotta go mail)
Fuck a foreign bitch Ima miss sales (Ima miss sales)
Fuck a lil fuck nigga making tales
Out here popping up looking pale
Lil nigga why you act like a hoe (act like a hoe)
Down on my nuts you choke by the throat (choke by the throat)
No need to motherfucking gloat (motherfuckin')
Pop a perc 30 now I feel like a goat (feel like a goat)

Making profit so we turn to the dro
Talking to the homies now we aimin' for the dough (aimin' for the ah)
No respect for these motherfucking hoes
Down on they knees they choke on a (uh)
Yeah we aiming for the check (aimin' for the)
Cut the middle man so I consume the rest
If I feel your breath I assume a threat
I love me big chicken don't skip the breast (ah)

Kinda want some KFC
Big Chicken
Your Turn

Yea Look
Got a fine hot shawty
Yaknow she be really naughty
Yea she showed up to the party
Got pussy like a tsunami

This a party not a jungle I can't be at no safari
Rather be with double bitches boxin' up in a Bugatti wait ... is that a 'Rari or a Lambo'
Bitch this ain't a dab but just light it up like a candle
Half you niggas from Rancho just tryna be Rambo but ain't got ammo (shit)
Bitch
Hahahaha

That sounded like fucking SOB
Want me to go again
I mean shit
Fuck it

Big booty, little want chocolate or vanilla
Many of you niggas listenin' finna get bitter
Came up from China I used to live in a Villa
You can call me fake but everybody know that I'm realer (bitch)

Came up to Cali I started kickin it w killaz
Killaz that be realer than other bitches lip fillers
Popped hella pills knowing Imma beginner
I know I'm curious, delirious for being a winner ahh

Oh
My turn
Hold my cup
MACALOT

I'm only here to establish my profession
That's mackin hoes with no discretion
So sit back relax yo ass
Enjoy tha little dro session

Ain't got time for you to take
Got money to make and bad bitches to penetrate

MACALOT was the name if you ain't heard (yea)
I know I talk kinda fast and my words are slurred
From the bay so we giggin' like nerds
Straight player try (what you think) and learn from me on this verse

Wait
Hold up

Lemme tie tha laces on my J's
By the image you can tell I like getting paid
Young ballin' playboi you can have a taste
Couple bills will make em ass cheeks shake

Check out how I came thru with my style of a pimp and my retro Jordan shoes
I'm onto finer things smoking fire weed
Livin' out my fantasies watching my life turn into my dreams

Sheesh

Talk is cheap it cost less to gossip
But they broke kids so they can't stop it
Blowin' smoke by the ounce
Call me the next chronic profit
Ima born MAC
This wasn't no luck
So lemme sit back while you fill up ma pimp cup



Credits
Writer(s): Kaifi Rahman
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