MAC 11 (feat. PayPay Frost)
Uh huh, yeah, what? pull up, Mac 11 wit some bad fucking
Yoyoyoyoyo, what?
Yeah, yeah, aye
Uh
I got a really big and Mac 11 wit some Bad muhfuckin friends, yeah, yeah
What? Woah, yeah, ignition
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work
Chillin in the back room at the party Wit these bitches getting naughty
They gon pop the fucking Molly
Looking at they watches
Dropping Millie's on then millirocks
I'm dropping heat in motherfucking Millimeters
Drifting Bugattis and drifting the Porches
Wearing some forces, off white Looking so clean
Clinching my teeth looking mean
But that ain't me it's the bean
Shit, I've been hooked on for weeks
That's what I'm doing with whores
That's how I give me some more
Bitch I'm getting divorced
I ride around in a sport, I'm fucking Capping
I'm gon walk up to the lake I Swear to god I will not hesitate
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work,
Yeah yeah
You know that we lurk, yeah yeah
All our oops they jerk, they can't help but look around, cause they don't Wanna get merc'd
Bad bitch ain't off my dick
She go rage mode in this shit
She said how she loves that Trippie Redd, and that made more sense
And them opps ever hate on me they Know we coming thru
Comin thru
Yeah, he through coming in without a clue, wo, wo, wo
Out the hotbox, smoking moonrock
Getting checked up I'm a little messed Up, I'm gon run it up, driving away
Not very far I'm just runnin, money Cashin and I'm gonna get these bands for the sake of candy
Ima run it for my Family, ain't no one telling me
Pull the trigger, disgrace
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work, Wooo
Let's get it, this shit bumps dawg
Yoyoyoyoyo, what?
Yeah, yeah, aye
Uh
I got a really big and Mac 11 wit some Bad muhfuckin friends, yeah, yeah
What? Woah, yeah, ignition
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work
Chillin in the back room at the party Wit these bitches getting naughty
They gon pop the fucking Molly
Looking at they watches
Dropping Millie's on then millirocks
I'm dropping heat in motherfucking Millimeters
Drifting Bugattis and drifting the Porches
Wearing some forces, off white Looking so clean
Clinching my teeth looking mean
But that ain't me it's the bean
Shit, I've been hooked on for weeks
That's what I'm doing with whores
That's how I give me some more
Bitch I'm getting divorced
I ride around in a sport, I'm fucking Capping
I'm gon walk up to the lake I Swear to god I will not hesitate
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work,
Yeah yeah
You know that we lurk, yeah yeah
All our oops they jerk, they can't help but look around, cause they don't Wanna get merc'd
Bad bitch ain't off my dick
She go rage mode in this shit
She said how she loves that Trippie Redd, and that made more sense
And them opps ever hate on me they Know we coming thru
Comin thru
Yeah, he through coming in without a clue, wo, wo, wo
Out the hotbox, smoking moonrock
Getting checked up I'm a little messed Up, I'm gon run it up, driving away
Not very far I'm just runnin, money Cashin and I'm gonna get these bands for the sake of candy
Ima run it for my Family, ain't no one telling me
Pull the trigger, disgrace
I've got a really big and bad Mac 11 wit Some bad muhfuckin friends little Brother
Trippin like it's fucking nothing
Walking out on robitussin
Sippin on something that's nothing
I'm simpin, no bluffin, mclovin
Sippin on this tussin bitch
Getting m's no bluffin bitch
PayPay, RC Burkk, yeah you know we Putting in work, Wooo
Let's get it, this shit bumps dawg
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Writer(s): Ryan Burkhart
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