war general - tbmac lyrics
go go, snake sh*t man tb sh*t man. my opps better stop sayin my name innem songs they better go run up a check, we catchem outta bounds he tryna play ball im goin for the shot he get hit with the tech, spray on his chest he get hit in his neck, they say lil mac a true young threat, lil doit like nike im takin his breath, come thru spankin like you made the bed wet, been trappin so hard but don’t bust a sweat you moved outta town but can still meet death, swipin these cards i put you in debt, whole team gon eat yk i brеak bread, caught em no face no casе now he innis death bed, she ain tryna give it up i left her on red, f*cking her good i turned that hoe sped. man f*ck the opps. broke ass n*gga can’t even show a dub, catch em in traffic fillem up with slugs, ain f*ck that ho cause she look like a bug, we ain’t givin out passes he don’t get no luck, gettin the hoes but i don’t show love, you ain’t smokin that loud you smoking that huff dissin onna net man u n*ggas ain’t tuff, b*tch think i care b*tch i don’t give a f*ckk. the opps not out what u call it man this a opp drought, they say they outside but be inna house, they that they lurkin but inna couch, talkin shi onna net what’s that about, i see a opp b*tch i make her shout, i’m high asf im inna clouds, getting the mula without a doubt, idgaf choppa hit his tummy left his ass onna ground n sent his ass up, f*ckin wit me n tmac you is really out hea f*ckin with yo luck, we aiming at hats these n*ggas don’t know that they is really siting ducks, ridin round inna all black truck, ski mask on n them b*tches tucked. wit lil bro tmac he a young n*gga ready to splack, inna trap chasin sak yea dasa fact, gon f*ck round get scammed na that’s js cap, if u f*ckin wit nana you gettin tapped, wen hot pull that gen out you gettin capped, that b*tch got me once so let’s reinact, you got yo rocks off but i wasn’t tact b*tchh, you is not my friend you is a acquaintance, i catch a opp n i make her break dance, only the gang them n*ggas they spank sh*t, the sh*t you got on yea imma stain it, tryna shoot but don’t got aim b*tch, f*ckin wit me get out inna frame b*tch, opps broke n still onna same shi, yo n*gga a bop you is not his main b*tch, she ain make it clear so put a name ain got no money so what a shame. nothing to lose but something to gain, aim it at his head n then caught a plane, doit for the money n not for the fame, im im coolin right now so don’t get me inflamed, hanging wit goofys you considered a lame, dis the real deal this not no game
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