ONNA MAC
Grey mane same thang fucking with the gang gang
Ain't playing 187 on yo face mane
Grey fang sinking all up in yo flesh aye
Ain't say a damn thang unless you on my dick mane
Cock back Im aiming it at my past
I'm faking with all my actions
Shaking without direction aye
On yo ass ain't doing shit for yo fam
You fucking up what you have
And opening up that gash
What you finna do?
I got pounds around me in my living room
I pity you
Puffin half yo rent up in the wood you fool
I flick a few
Ciggies on yo motherfuckin avenue
I sever you
Dumpin' all yo guts up in the rillo ooh
Blacked out 99 be rollin onna mac
Gotta freaky lil shawty finna bust it from the back
Milo still toting the glock he cock it back and let it blast
Dirty fazos triple XL every time I leave the trap
Crack open your casket imma snatch up all your bones
Coming up from below traverse this earth all on my own
Wanna die alone don't bother hitting my phone
Mental masochist with a heart made of stone
Imma blow this bitch up I'm rollin with the gang
Fuck the fakes who switch up these counterfeits the same
Rather blow the pressure than chase tha pootytang
45 to my noggin finna cock it let it bang
Ain't playing 187 on yo face mane
Grey fang sinking all up in yo flesh aye
Ain't say a damn thang unless you on my dick mane
Cock back Im aiming it at my past
I'm faking with all my actions
Shaking without direction aye
On yo ass ain't doing shit for yo fam
You fucking up what you have
And opening up that gash
What you finna do?
I got pounds around me in my living room
I pity you
Puffin half yo rent up in the wood you fool
I flick a few
Ciggies on yo motherfuckin avenue
I sever you
Dumpin' all yo guts up in the rillo ooh
Blacked out 99 be rollin onna mac
Gotta freaky lil shawty finna bust it from the back
Milo still toting the glock he cock it back and let it blast
Dirty fazos triple XL every time I leave the trap
Crack open your casket imma snatch up all your bones
Coming up from below traverse this earth all on my own
Wanna die alone don't bother hitting my phone
Mental masochist with a heart made of stone
Imma blow this bitch up I'm rollin with the gang
Fuck the fakes who switch up these counterfeits the same
Rather blow the pressure than chase tha pootytang
45 to my noggin finna cock it let it bang
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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