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On my schedule, bitch, I'm too busy
Monday, Tuesday, scoutin, bout' to drop somethin
Bro clean that body up Mak Bandz
I can't fit you in my schedule, bitch, I'm too busy
Monday, Tuesday, scoutin, bout' to drop somethin
Wednesday, Thursday, probably still opp huntin
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, robbin' niggas
They can't fuck with your baby or my mama, no
Multi color switches in this whip, them bitches tropical
Whole lot of loud shit, boy, get your choppers up
Pop them perc thirties do your thang, they can't stop your death
The rap game watered down all these niggas' ass
Sha Bino back, here to stay, get some niggas whacked
308, 17-inch stock on the back, smack the curb
So fuckin' quick, show your ass some action
Oh, you advance, you on my ass, let's see who shoot faster
Let's get it goin, I'm quick as hell, bustin' out my jacket
Them tweakers, touch them in ten minutes, nigga, damn, what happened
We switch they ass, switch the whip, then stash the mags
Get this boy some molly, I don't need no drugs, I like tweakin' out my body
Give they ass some slugs soon as niggas think they spot me
You can't tell me none, first degree in the party, first degree murder
Get this boy some molly, I don't need no drugs, I like tweakin' out my body
Give they ass some slugs soon as niggas think they spot me
You can't tell me none, first degree in the party, first degree murder
They can't tell me nuthin
Careful out here, we a get you killed
Lend it to a nigga with that money, tell me how it feel
This cup here my holy grail, dope punch like it's Holyfield
I'ma come back, get the ones that matter so you know it's real
I'ma spend that paper daily, you try me, you fuckin' crazy
Kill some Mr. Granny's baby, yeah
He got hit up with that lil' 380, couldn't have thought that we had chased them
Would've needed God to save him
I treat the backstreet like the highway racers
Sticked up in it, tryna claim more, tryna make y'all rappers famous
They say they ain't know that lil' Mak was dangerous