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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MaybachMacho
MaybachMacho
Lyrics

Lyrics

It's Macho the Bee, in the hood I can't lack
Shit getting nasty, gotta keep a strap
If I catch an F to the Sev, he get packed
Jay Shooter got punched and he never got back
If he Drilly Bop on that block, he get whacked
I'm on Watty block, I'm posted with the gat
Sending plenty shots if he dropping my Makk
If I run into Waka, he better run fast (Waka)
We had more than one scene, what they know about that?
Shoot three, I go deep like I'm Dame in the half
Oh, he YDS, he better duck his hat (YDS K)
Smoking on Poppa, y'all can't get him back
I'm in they section creeping, where they at?
Carti got beat and he still making tracks
Eddie got beat out his Chrome, made me laugh
AJ a victim, had him running track (AJ)
BD to the 'Roe, all them **** is vics
JD flipped, should've been spliffed
AJ a kid, had him running like Rick
If I don't got the knock, he get poked in his ribs (Grah, grah grah)
Gotta look both ways when I get out the crib
I can't go out like Joppy, gotta keep a stick (Joppy)
College AveK, 280 to my dick
I'mma slide with a Rip, we gon flick at a Rip
**** OB what? Y'all ain't never do shit
Run into Jdot, he better dip
Balenci unknown, tell him get off my dick
**** dissing my deads, but don't spin through my strip
Bitch, I'm the Makk that's gon flick at a whip
If I catch me an Ocho, I'm making it lit
Kah B mention Josh, now he walk with a limp
And AR my blazer, I'm grinching for him
So many opps got put in a box, P Black, Leeky, Pop, Rah
Shit punching my lungs, that shit getting me high
Mdotty went out on the Fourth of July
Nesty had seen me, he ain't let it fly
I was by my dolo, you was with your guys
Roy G, he a vic, that **** shoulda died
(Grah, grah grah)
**** know how I get, I talk disrespect, I put on for my set
Take a trip to they jects, tryna leave something stretched
No G6, put his flight right to rest
Rundown Ballas, we do it the-, Rundown Ballas, we ootin like Steph
Juneski my brother, we be causing wreck, we like Kyrie and KD when we make a mess
Bro sent me a pic and I'm ootin the rest
Take a trip to BD, got a G I want test (BD K)
Bitch, I'm a stomper, I don't really step
Carti, Shooter, hit with the deck
I got 62 shots if he jack EMS, don't get it confused, I still flock at your neck, if he jacking 88, then his Makk getting left, ****
(Grah grah, boom)
It's shoot or get shot, so you know how that go
Gotta move tact when I move with the pole
Ds always plotting, tryna snatch the bros
Free all the Runnyz who flocking at Glo's
(****)
Like free all the Runnyz who flocking at Glo's
Oh, they mentioning Emma, we smoking Delilah, Dummy, Dotty, hit with that fire
Lotti got poked, put a flat in his tire
So many dead ****, pass me the lighter
Who the fuck is a JJDaFlyer? I'm tryna go up the score
Talk on my deads, but them **** is soft
**** see me in person and do not perform
Got a .9 when I spin through the 4z, if I run into Yavi, you know I'ma toss
JD got hit, almost died by the store, why he running? I get to throwing some more
I'm tryna leave a Jetty on the-, I'm tryna leave a Jetty on the Floor
If he jacking G6, **** not on that runway, Mdotty dead, **** ain't bout that gunplay (Dotty)
On Taylor with Blazers, we gon spin on a Sunday, catch Waka or Goon, we gon have a fun day (Word to bro)
I'm MB everyday is like payday, catch a plane and it's gon be a mayday
They make a diss and I'm spinning the same day
Mizzy, he with me, we looking for JJ
Written by: MaybachMacho
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