4mac Lyrics

The Mic a Bazooka, watch how I shoot you Michael J. Bopps, I'm back to the future

My girl in need of a new truck so I'ma need you to move bruh

Nun stoppin' me, iam finna move Up beat on the foes of my bros, cause I'm

Cooler leavin' em froze They call me they jeweler, thought I was fake

Aint mean to fool ya still since a youngin' Been runnin' with nothin' so don't think

I'm bluffin' When I say I want the smoke, known to be

Puffin' the best of the valley dro Those scars on my back cause I f**k like an

Animal Pussy so wet it feel just like a cantaloupe

Eat it so good if I want it, I cantaloupe Why is you mad at bro

Why is you mad at bro

It's gettin' sadder bro, I got the badder flow

I'm known to batter foes, this be the mata flow

Give you the venom while puffin' the antidote

No Indiana Jones, endin' up dead and gone

What you gon' say

I done set it off, Chinos we set it off Reppin' that Texas, I feel like a senator

I'ma be chillin' way up in the degaba cop me a blaster and set em up up in

Your face Like open the register, look in your face

Know that it registered more than your feelings are gettin' hurt

Roll me another, I let it burn Grab me the mic, you ain't get a

Turn reppin that town forever, you know it's that Edinburg

What you know about we

Got chinks, got bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled

I try my reach, I piece it still and they stop me

And I came with a flow and they robbed me So I'm throwin' up peace to the family

I'ma throw up some food in the pantry Bet if they had a shot they would pop me

Run up in chains in the lobby I'm holdin' up weight, it's a body

I'm sayin' you copy on the other end You shoulda never left me with your friends

Those are some strings I had to burn the ends

S**t, I heard Nathan need money So I put in work and it's nothin

I look at the gap and I jumped it I'm puttin' these words in the pap and I'm

Pumpin' I ain't done my taxes, had to carry the dogs

Holdin' the weight, we broke laws My doggy carry the nine

I'ma just even the odds I told him be careful, don't you go play

With the nine I fit the mold and I hold the description

They look at my pigment, I'm brown and I'm hurt

Tatted my clothes and my lane isn't changin'

I'm puttin' in work and this s**t is a curse

What you know about no chinks, got bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled

I try my reach, I piece it still Don't try my leaf, that's fine by me

That's fine by me