Ayy, Mackk & Co.
I'm fresh off tour
And like
Your bitch just text me, haha
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that nigga since a lil' nigga
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
Okay, I got too many bitches, I got too much money
Ain't finna lose it all, no, I ain't finna be no dummy, dawg
If you love me, then love me to the core, ayy
I'm fresh off tour, hey
They call em Bigdawg Baby and I can't stop
Fuck them other niggas, baby, 'cause they ain't hot
And they tried to pull up in a Wraith drop
Ayy, I'm the shit, give a fuck 'bout what you think 'bout, bop
I done bust down my wrist, bust down my bitch
Where I'm from, I'm that nigga, where you from, you a bitch
Extra clips just in case a nigga wanna trip, ayy
Who is this? I take his chain and his bitch
It's the Dawg, fuck the law, we keep mopsticks
Like the Fourth of July, we got the block lit
Hit the stage and you know we show rock shit
Shot out Slim, I'm still ridin' with my Glock, bitch
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that nigga since a lil' nigga
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
Okay, I'm still doing drugs, RIP Lil Peep
I never gave a fuck, but shit, that's me
You niggas industry, I'm really in the streets
You ain't been through what I been through so you ain't feelin' me, ayy
Tryna act hard, man, you niggas killin' me
I'm finna set the bar, ain't no nigga real as me
I was in the backyard rockin' where them killers be, ayy
Bruce let the dog off the loose so I can kill this beat
Drop out, niggas mad I got guap now
Playhouse with about eight thou' and my Glock out (That's on Norf)
Leave 'em on the scene every time that I pop out
Nigga, what you mean? Big tings, that's what I'm 'bout
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that nigga since a lil' nigga
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
Ayy, Crook, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
They call me Ruccdawg Boy
Mackk & Co., fuck who don't like it, go
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