Mache

Uh Huh
Mal fwen dang

Wap kon Jorge, bitch don't play with me
I could get real frekon (Frekon) watch what you say to me
(La meld)
I'm not finna pale
I walk around with that bale (Brr)
I'm not finna send her no lyft (Bitch)
Trust me that girl finna machè
(What she gon do?)
Lil bitty bitch (Huh)
She gon suck this dick, then she gon leave
I ain't finna drive (Nah) I don't feel like wasting gasoline
What she say?
She say don't got no money on her card
Machè, machè, sorry you gon have to stomp the yard

Lil Haitian Gotti
(What you gon do?)
You don't gotta fuck with me (Damn)
How the fuck I'm finna be the C-E-O if I don't need no company? (Damn)
How the fuck I'm finna wake up and make a milli? (Uh huh)
How the fuck I'm finna spaz? (What?)
How the fuck I'm finna get it?
But fuck it, If gotta get it, I'm getting it first
Toolied up, like I'm Phineas Ferb
In tenth grade I was sipping the syrup
Eleventh grade getting to work
I'ma clean motherfucker tell me why these niggas steady tryna do me dirty (Why?)
I don't ever bust back, cause I'm the type of nigga pull up and shoot you first
Niggas beefing 'bout bitch (What he gon do?)
That got nothing to do with me (Damn)
How the fuck you finna beef over that pussy that's for the community? (How?)
How the fuck the opposition know about my business and it was just you and me? (How?)
How the fuck is that my bitch? (How?)
I was tryna to see her tou tou ni
It was just you and me

Wap kon Jorge, bitch don't play with me
I could get real frekon, watch what you say to me (Watch what you say to me)
I'm not finna pale (Damn)
I walk around with that bale
I'm not finna send her no lyft
Sorry, that girl gotta machè
(What she gon do?)
Lil bitty bitch (Huh)
She gon suck this dick, then she gon leave
I ain't finna drive (Why?) I don't feel like wasting gasoline
What she say?
She say don't got no money on her card
Machè, machè, sorry you gon have to stomp the yard

Seven six two (Oh yeah)
Got a glock and I won't miss you
Bitch I'm bout to bring the led out (Bitch)
I ain't even got no pencil
Told my Ex I'm finna head out (I'm gone)
Shawty I don't even much miss you
You know I'm a vakabon, I was just tryna get back in you
I was tryna get that bou boun
But I gotta go you soumoun
Bitch I got to go (I'm gone)
Skr, Vaminoes (Err)
Bitch I'm from pompano
These niggas gotta do better
Think I ain't got it on me
It ain't a nigga alive that I'm scared of (It ain't a nigga)
I been chilling lately (Oh yeah)
Keep my distance lately
Nigga switch sides on me, I ain't even shocked
I knew you been was hating
Say I'm tripping baby (Say I'm tripping)
I don't even listen baby
Steady clutching on my fire
Ra-ta-ta
They say I'm figalating

Wap kon Jorge, bitch don't play with me (Bitch don't play with me)
I could get real frekon, watch what you say to me (Watch what you say to me)
I'm not finna pale (Damn)
I walk around with that bale
I'm not finna send her no lyft
Sorry, that girl gotta machè
(What she gon do?)
Lil bitty bitch (Huh)
She gon suck this dick, then she gon leave
I ain't finna drive (Why?) I don't feel like wasting gasoline
What she say?
She say don't got no money on her card
Machè, machè, sorry you gon have to stomp the yard

Machè, machè
Machè, machè, machè, machè
Machè, machè, machè, machè