Marmalade

Check it, ah, ah, ah Kill it every time, can't nobody diss me I be throwin' lyrics like they was a Frisbee Ayy, normally pop up, I'm wearin' jet black My fans like dogs, they run out and fetch that Bring it back, y'all know that they lovin' everything I throw Yeah, I can't hold back, I'ma bring the flow Ayy, known for kickin' lyrics after dark Havin' fun with my rhymes like playin' Frisbee in the park Ayy, they think they're on my level, I be sayin', "Hell, no!" When I rhyme, people's bodies jiggle like jello H-Mack, man, I crush it on a beat Lyrics just like jello 'cause I always spit it sweet Let's go, ayy, comin' off the top, it's nonstop I'ma light the fuse, then I'm 'bout to let the bomb drop C'mon, yeah, I'ma be the coldest on the scene Stackin' money, dawg, we gettin' to the green Reppin' for the team, ayy, y'all know I get mean in the place I'm leavin' corny rappers green in the face They love the way that I perform, I'll be sharp as a thorn I leave you torn, you thought that nothin' rhymed with orange Well, I'ma change your whole perspective, rep for my collective Dig inside my mind, I be gettin' introspective She was like, "Hold up, wait, are you kiddin', bro? I can tell you makin' YouTube videos" Yeah, ayo, I'm 'bout to leave you bent I said, "Yeah, I am," she said, "Damn, that is so intense!" I said, "Nah, it's easy, I'm just gonna do a rap I'm just gonna make some shit up off the top and that's a fact!" Ayy, yeah, and now they know what I'm about Ayy, blow your mind with the flow, cover your mouth Ayy, can't even believe the shit that I come up with I'm bangin' with the type o' lyrics rappers just can't fuck with Yeah, I spit it in the hardest way All these rappers jelly like marmalade Yeah, they love the way I do my thing She got the hoop earrings, them some big ass rings H-Mack on it and you know I spit it too tight In the window reflection, I can see the blue lights Mack all up on it, and you know they couldn't hang, though Like the earrings y'all are rockin', rappers 'bout to dangle Off of the edge of the cliff Ayy, could tell that I'm blowin' your mind Ayy, every time that I'm rappin' Ayy, y'all know I'm flowin' divine Ayy, I got her shakin' her head Ayy, y'all know I'm winnin' the game Ayy, other homie on the side, though She's fallin' all out the frame, ayy! Can't even believe it, I can do it high or sober They be so impressed by the rhyme, I'm about to knock you over She be doin' this in front of her face, wavin' her hand like a fan Every time that I grab the mic, word to fans, 'cause I'm about to make you a fan Ayy, H-Mack don't need a plan Ayy, come off the top of the brain Ayy, every time I vibe these lyrics Ayy, y'all know they're fuckin' insane Do it for my people, live on Omegle Y'all know I got no equal Every time I'm on it, I press a bigger threat She be lightin' the cigarette Hold up, all my bars on point Hold up, not a cigarette, it's a joint H-Mack, you know that I'm gifted She be smokin' that and she's gettin' mad lifted H-Mack, man, I get through the drama Ayy, that's word to my mama Well, tell me, is it tobacco? Or are you rollin' marijuana? H-Mack, man, I'm spittin' it fly When it comes to rhymes, ain't no one as sick as this guy Yeah, ayo, y'all know I ain't a joke, on my life Ayo, like you smoke the cig, I be smokin' the mic, let's-