No Games
It's automatic
The way the stack shit
This shit ain't magic
The trap my practice
They call me Mack bitch
We very active
These niggas actin
My only language
Is talking baggage
What the fuck wrong with all this rap shit
Don't ask me shit bout the next nigga
Fucking ask him
Imma tell you one thing you one thing that the game has been lackin
That's all the real niggas these clowns do shit for the traffic
Im staying passive
Any thing happen know they rattin
The shit is classic
I just stay in my own bracket
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Tell you niggas what
How you give it up
It don't really make no sense
If you can't run it up
Just a bunch a no names
These niggas outta touch
Ain't not such thing getting paid
If you don't run your luck
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
guess just what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Everyone that stay around
bitch u know they solid
I go crazy in the kitchen tryna fill my pockets
Everyday we getting paid the joogin never stopping
It's was days I couldn't wait until all my niggas poppin
We ain't want the watches
We just want the commas
Big accounts a couple zeros
And my own accountant
When my niggas come round its a 100
When my niggas come round its a 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Mack
Tmack to ya bitchass
Joogstarz till the motherfucking end man
From the trap
Patman
The way the stack shit
This shit ain't magic
The trap my practice
They call me Mack bitch
We very active
These niggas actin
My only language
Is talking baggage
What the fuck wrong with all this rap shit
Don't ask me shit bout the next nigga
Fucking ask him
Imma tell you one thing you one thing that the game has been lackin
That's all the real niggas these clowns do shit for the traffic
Im staying passive
Any thing happen know they rattin
The shit is classic
I just stay in my own bracket
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Tell you niggas what
How you give it up
It don't really make no sense
If you can't run it up
Just a bunch a no names
These niggas outta touch
Ain't not such thing getting paid
If you don't run your luck
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
guess just what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Everyone that stay around
bitch u know they solid
I go crazy in the kitchen tryna fill my pockets
Everyday we getting paid the joogin never stopping
It's was days I couldn't wait until all my niggas poppin
We ain't want the watches
We just want the commas
Big accounts a couple zeros
And my own accountant
When my niggas come round its a 100
When my niggas come round its a 100 no games
I just keep on working bitch I really feel amazing
I guess what I'm saying name already make a statement
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
When my niggas come round it's 100 no games
Paper all I chase all the rest shit just a waste
Mack
Tmack to ya bitchass
Joogstarz till the motherfucking end man
From the trap
Patman
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