Macaroni

To your motherfuckin' pockets for a bruddy

Like I'm proud of you, cutty

(Exclusive, baby)

Hey, ten-four, you goin' crazy

Got this shit about the mud, pushing piece of crud

Had me round so he could stand, he wanna show me love

Niggas talking bout twenty racks, spent that shit on guns

Fifty racks, blew in the month, I put that on my son

Psycho told me, "Stally mad," 'cause I went fuck with Tank

But shit, he brought me twenty racks, I put that in my bank

And then we ran through forty more, fuck what a nigga think

I wish I would let a nigga treat me like I ain't rank

Two of my daughters and my son, they moved far away

Can't just pull up and hug 'em, hurt me more than I can say

I think I need a drink

Lean, lean, lil' boy, ayy, lean, lean

Sippin' in the lobby, I just copped a hundred Xans

I might do 'em probably, got them packs comin' in like we Hutamaki

Shoutout to the Aggies, ayy, up this door, you know what this'll do to your body

Nigga, if he don't die, he better play dead

Know I keep a bunch of dogs with me like I'm playman

Friendly ass niggas wanna kick it with the opps

You gon' get your fuckin' head cut off with your snake ass

What you do when they don't show the love that you show them

Sit back, run it up, act like you don't know them

Cause we don't owe them, niggas

Nah, we don't owe them, niggas

Nah, mm, yeah

They act like it ain't possible 'til I do impossible

Stack that money until all your motherfuckin' pockets full of bready

Remember Trey hit me like I'm proud of you, Cudi

I cried for you, bready

I hear him saying your name

Imma catch him in blank

Choppa make his ass dance

He gone do it for saint

They be so internetted

And it's giving feds

Hit him with macaroni

He gone do the chicken head

Nigga

T.A.B

And I be pouring line after line after line

Hey ho, Drake wait for you