MAG IN (feat. 7lue & Nf Scree)

Yuh, Aye (And)
Bitch I slap the mag in
I get to rackin
Release the kraken
It's all that happens In my satisfaction
I'm never lacking, assassins up in my faction
Holsters fastened, cuz our passion for blasting is everlasting
(Okay)
And I ride around tough in these streets
You know your bud sees
His one piece ready to unleash on these dumb creeps
How is you feeling I'm feeling fantastic
I got a new Patek I feel like I'm little Uzi, no pick I'm choosing
(Aye)
Watch how my boy Marr gone flow, then take your Hoe (on a Monday)
Tell that little bitch get the fuck off my page
I'm not for the games
I'm not for the fan shit
Look at these diamonds they be on some bland shit
Hitting me up that be on fan shit
Let a Nigga come and try me put him in a movie
Feel like I'm Freddy no Jason
I don't care about your bitch she hit it one time
And I told her she be on some lame shit
I just be balling on Niggas like it was 2k
I'm doing some hits on the low
Little nigga thought he had it
I pull up with choppas I'm doing this shit with a pole
I don't care about that bitch she mad cus I'm going up
I do it some more
(Hold up)
Run that shit back
These bitches love when I hop on the track
Stay close to your Shawty before she get
Macked, Slapped, Clapped
Now we gone backtrack
Marr and Blue had that
But then they passed that shit to me
Now you gon see, I'm up in a tree, stay smoking these leaves
I ain't ever gon leave you see what I mean
My bitch say I'm mean but she for the team
(Hold up switch it)
Speed it up
You know Ima munch so I eat it up
Then when I'm done she gon clean it up
Alr lemme stop playin
Only thing this choppa do is get to spraying
You call me Fatha the way that you praying
But she call me daddy boy stop playing
(FUCK)



Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Deshawn Guyton
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