Lyrics
Nine to yo' dome, to yo' mothafucking chest
He should've stepped out with brand new bulletproof vest
Been California living smoking ganja in the west
The Anna got me clicking devil talking in my head
Hella blood on the floor, seeing nothing but the red
Too much blood on the floor, niggas thought weren't a threat
Hella bucks on the floor, making nothing but the checks
Brand new plug on the phone, said he need the buddha ses
Sipping on sipping on mud till' a young nigga stuck
I be sipping that shit till' I can't move a bit
Smoking on bud till' a young nigga stuck
I be smoking that shit till' I can't move a bit
Running round with a blick and a brand new stick, that shit a sawn off
Running round with a black, with a brand new stick
It leave you torn off
Running round with a stick, aim it at yo' shit boy, if yo tone's off
Smoking the herb with money I earn, bitch I needa hold off
Smoke him like sherm if he talk a word, lil woadie let the pole off
I don't wan' converse with any of these niggas
That's why I keep my phone off
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Fuck all ya'll niggas, I prefer letting the Mac speak
Yeah we know you boys ain't bout shit
Nah ya'll aint from the south, ya'll don't know how the fuck we come
You don't know how to rock
You ain't never robbed nobody
You ain't never sell nothing, you ain't never do no fucking drugs
Man, you ain't on shit bruh get the fuck out my face bruh
You don't know how we live
You don't know nothing bout' that section 8
Bout' that social security check coming in
Get the fuck out my face bruh
I got a single mother on welfare ready to fucking pop ya'