Iâma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, Iâma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexinâ ni***, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, âFoâ shoâ, baby, let me know if you wanna eatâ
She like, âVon you already know, just put your girl on fleekâ (thatâs it)
Iâm like cool, I can do that boo
What you want some shoes?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilinâ she ainât used to this, âcause she ainât use to shit
Iâm just laughinâ, couldâve been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedinâ couldâve been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass)
But fuck that, right back to the script âcause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist
Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wicâ
But he ainât go, but he ainât that slow, say meet âem at the store (thatâs cool)
Iâm like cool, let âem front his move, do what he gonâ do (I got âem)
âCause this the plot, put âem in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom)
We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go
But check the score, if yâall lose one more, thatâs six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah)
Let me focus, canât be zoninâ out, he pullinâ up now
He double park, he ainât gettinâ out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche itâs built like a horse, colors like the âfo
He got a ring, I guess he ainât divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttinâ her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffinâ her butt
Now I sneak up crouchinâ like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers
Iâm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gonâ beat her ass
But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappinâ
I was lackinâ âcause there go the opps, yellinâ out, âWhatâs crackinâ?â
Iâm like, âWhat?â Iâm like, âNi***, who? I was born to shootâ
I got aim, Iâm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains
So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitch itâs do or die, you said you gonâ slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd