Mac Flow

That **** Nate crazy, okay, bet

Rrrrr

Ayy, Mitro, this shit vibey, gang

On gang (Smokin' dead ****)

What? What?

C'mon (Oooh, huh?)

(What? What?)

Look (What up?)

These exotic 'woods, smoke exotic opps

You ain't heard 'bout Murda Boyz? We got exotic Glocks

Tiger pull up real fast, rrrrr, wit' a lotta' shots

Bitch, I'm feelin' just like Mac, I got a lotta' guap

Free Cam, free Tay, free, Wop, free AP

Free Ram, free Top, they them members, yeah

Tryin' not to crash, police on my ass

Live my life like GTA, just do the-, don't hit the-, c'mon

This that spin music, this that shit that you could blick to

C'mon, walk a **** down, see what that switch do

And my young **** too turnt, he got a switch too

Took that shit straight to the 'Gram, boy, that's a bitch move

These exotic 'woods, smoke exotic opps

You ain't heard 'bout Murda Boyz? We got exotic Glocks

Tiger pull up real fast, rrrrr, wit' a lotta' shots

Bitch, I'm feelin' just like Mac, I got a lotta' guap

(On gang) On gang, look

He ain't never got no paper, tryna' see what **** on, what?

Walk down gang, we tryna' see if **** home

Walk down gang, we tryna' get these **** gone, look

Real street ****, rap ****, really patch ****

G-Got a call 'bout B-O-N, they caught a fat ****

Now I'm callin' B-O-N like, "Quit that cap, ****"

Ahh, on gang, look

A-Ain't no walkin' through the front, bitch, we creepin' through the back

They say 2-3 got the glizzy, I think Hoodie got the MAC

On gang

These exotic woods, smoke exotic opps

You ain't heard 'bout Murda Boyz? We got exotic Glocks

Tiger pull up real fast, rrrrr, wit' a lotta' shots

Bitch, I'm feelin' just like Mac, I got a lotta' guap

On gang, what?

C'mon

He ain't never got no-, but tryna' see what **** on, what? What?

Damn, we tryna' see if **** home, yeah

On gang

What? What-what?

(What? Bitch, it's my year, no cap)