Mac Music

Yo, wooo doo doo doo doo doo

Yo, I'm hangin' out the back
With the loaded Mac (brrr)
I know once I make this
Decision ain't no goin' back
I'm out to Cali blowin' racks
Ask Shawn Digg is poppin
Bottles and blowin' thrax

I move my mix to a cul-de-sac
Then whip the soda pack, dope boy slogan rap
I promoted that

Yo, you know it's facts
Trap houses and golden straps
Turning one brick into two
Bake-and-soda raps

Ugh, gangsters rollin', place emotion scrap
The hate can't hold us back
We watch faces frozen like the polar cats
I learnt to pop the trunk and loaded that
I flew Jet blew the cop
But I drove in a Focus back

Niggas can't fuck with the butcher nigga
And that's on everything nigga
Griselda nigga
And that's on everything nigga
I used to go hand to hand, huh
Now I'ma business man

Yo, yo while all these bitches sniffin coke
Cut your throat for disrespectin the mob
That's undismissable
Another day another brick of blow
Came from the bottom I'm livin proof it ain't
What you got it's what you know

More skills, than a fishin' pole, gettin low
Switchin' coasts
A crib with 20 cameras and six remotes
Ridin around with big clips yeah
We play that way
Uh, the plan is to get rich and stay that way

Yo, yo
Bad bitches, menage's and four car garage's
Stash the fifth in my bitch's
Birkin she took the charges
Is on seen too many coffins
Just cause we bosses
Don't mean we can't get hit
So we just being cautious