Lyrics
Ay, mac and cheese
Mac and cheese on the chop, shoot fully
That's a cold door
Man, man, that's a cold door, man, man
That's a cold door
A'ight, mac and cheese on the chop
Shoot fully, that's a cold door
Don't run, bounce out on a nigga
Gettin' toe tag
I got a sucker on my own, on my belt
I got your brochure
Look here, sell some ass, and fix yourself
With your broke ass bitch
Double back
'Cause we can't leave without a toe tag
Every nigga think they made for this shit
Until they ho fat
I hang around a lot of rappers
'Cause Trey B, you know he gon' laugh
Walked up, dropped shots
And left shells on they don't match
Everybody think they made for this shit
'Til the bitch hit my phone
Like you talkin' to this ho
And get the bitch be
I got a move it on the beat
I left some blood on that Crip Street
Ten-fold, I've been spankin' on shit since I was 15
If I told you that I love you, baby girl, that was Perk full
Fat nigga, still fuckin' on this bitch with my shirt on
That nigga turned up her face, try gettin' turned off
Fuck the opps, I'm gettin' trapped in this bitch when these nerds call
2-1
Everybody think they gangster
'Til the shots fly through town
Phone drop the honey, you know that block dry
And all of you think baby drinking
Watch how I die
Stand over, get my hands dirty, you know know I'm talkin' 'bout
Every time I catch a flight, I'm hopping out
I'm talking get jiggy
I don't drop shots on two, three, I'm talking get pissy
Lil' bro laughing, black died, I'm tryna clip chili
Don't carry stock in my Glocks, not even ten million
This is not that old ass van, you gotta drive it different
Whole recruiter keep out 20 toes when I'm sliding in it
Clip a nigga from the mob even if I gotta fly