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sbbt - saysothemac lyrics

[intro: margot robbie]
what’re you gonna do? are you gonna k!ll me mister j?

f*g

muah

aye

[verse:]
lockjaw vision blurry then i did the whole dash
uchie uchie get a bag out her ass
if the sh*t go bad in the field for a pass
knock knock ding dong get the cash
12 get up on a n*gga i’mma haul ass
n*gga i’mma up the pace take, ’em on a race
328 n*gga take ’em on a date, 454 just to get away from jakes
i ain’t pullin’ to the right, f*ck jake from state farm
the plug called got a crate from akorn
letting shots off n*gga we ain’t gone wait for ’em
ski, skirt, or block, double tap the brakes on ’em
all handbrakе turn the whip to a milkshake
baby drake in thе car with virginia plates
mean comments on the ‘gram what sense that make?
turn his face to a plate talkin’ ’bout the great
the gang militant got beretta’s and baby k’s
we brought the crips to the stage finna make it rain
really know damu’s too by they first name
but i really been pimpin’ since the first grade
i’m elite n*gga top rank, you in your first stage
i never judge a book off the first page
sweatin’ and sh*ttin’ them withdrawals in the worst way
mud walkin’ up in nieman’s on my worst day
sayso, can you tell me why you ain’t release nothin’?
in the streets thuggin’, pop ’em just for mean muggin’
12 got to askin’ questions, i ain’t seen nothin’
got up on us, and my n*ggas got to heat tuckin’
heat bustin’, street hustlin’, you ain’t see nothin’
f*ck a b*tch, this cheese the only thing i’m cuffin’
hotdog in a hallway her [?] is busted
she said, “it’s been six months”, i don’t think i trust it
let me tell you ’bout this night at the hotel
the b*tch had a in*call, it didn’t go well
sports mode the cls, 12 gone trail
hunnid on the 110 n*gga oh well
b*tch callin’ the cell from the globaltel
askin’ bout some help, money for the bail
i think the b*tch was snitchin’ but i couldn’t tell
next thing a n*gga know i was up in jail
ccd i was hoping for the reject
will a n*gga get out, we ain’t see yet
i’m headed straight to the car, a n*gga got or
tryna through the book at a n*gga, it won’t go far
who would’ve ever known they would indict me?
hit the sto’ for some leafs in a white tee
if a n*gga go down would you write me?
chris darden, finna beat it most likely
yeah that’s the n*gga that tried to whoop oj
you the type a n*gga worried what the hoe say
now when the b*tch choose up, what you gone say?
dial saysothemac that boy don’t play
and if the b*tch f*g off, it is okay
these n*ggas keep my name in they mouth like colgate
i’m the type to keep her down ’till she frostbite
sl!ck as neo with baby oil on ice
hibachi steak on the plate while it’s on rice
i’m on a b*tch head, motherf*ckin’ head lice
clutchin’ .40 on the block, we see headlights
two pops tylenol got his head right
and all that speakin’ on the mac, b*tch you dead wrong
the mac on my headstone when i’m dead and gone
and all that broke sh*t b*tch get you left alone
my dog put you in the ground like a f*ckin’ bone

- saysothemac lyrics

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