BIH McAir Lyrics

I got you covered

Fightin my way through it I'm feelin tortured

I'ma make it

Bitch I ain't got no choice cause I'ma soldier

I'm in that one shit

Never can confuse me with these busters

I'ma MacBoy aka a cold muthafucka

Say less nigga

Say less nigga

Bitch look here

Y'all can't fuck with gang and thats a known

We the ones

Known for gettin pape and slayin hoes

Bitch I'm sick

My baby wings was ready he went home

Meechie said

That bag about to drop bro get them gone

I got you covered

Fightin my way through it I'm feelin tortured

I'ma make it

Bitch I ain't got no choice cause I'ma soldier

I'm in that one shit

Never can confuse me with these busters

I'ma MacBoy aka a cold muthafucka

I'm a gun totin

Wrist glowin

Awe shit yo bitch was stollen

Spent a night slung big pipe got girlie tip toein

You blowin up my line behind a bitch

She in here hip rollin

Bitch this the time I gotta lock in

I can't lose focus

Dark tint on cartie sticks don't want you lookin in my eyes

Trippin heavy talkin to God like why you take my guy

I Feel like bro be tryin to reach me I'm peepin hella signs

Thats all I need

Get up off yo ass and complete the grind

I gotta

Load in from AZ

fifty ball for a eighthy

I got some

Oxys from auntie

You can pop this bitch safely

I gotta brand new FN and it ain't no safety

Feel like McAir lil bitch im shinin

Chop start whining you play with me

Bitch look here

Y'all can't fuck with gang and thats a known

We the ones

Known for gettin pape and slayin hoes

Bitch I'm sick

My baby wings was ready he went home

Meechie said

That bag about to drop bro get them gone

I got you covered

Fightin my way through it I'm feelin tortured

I'ma make it

Bitch I ain't got no choice cause I'ma soldier

I'm in that one shit

Never can confuse me with these busters

I'ma MacBoy aka a cold muthafucka

Ain't no one to calm me down cause I'm no longer here with bro

So I'm trippin clutchin on this smithen act up and you gone

I'm wackin niggas smackin bitches speak on bro its on the flo

Pray to God that I'm forgiven

Can't be too emotional

I started off humble now I'm lit cause this shit personal

Talkin to my angels on the block hella comfortable

Duckin dick eaters and rat hoes we don't fuck with you

Make a nigga mad yo situation can get critical

Bitch flatline

Duck and dodging swine they tryna get the Macs

I'm coming super bowl

I'm in the field runnin with the sack

I'ma dog fuckin on yo broad scripts inside her cat

I'm really that one of the eldest they call him Rc Mac

Bitch look here

Y'all can't fuck with gang and thats a known

We the ones

Known for gettin pape and slayin hoes

Bitch I'm sick

My baby wings was ready he went home

Meechie said

That bag about to drop bro get them gone

I got you covered

Fightin my way through it I'm feelin tortured

I'ma make it

Bitch I ain't got no choice cause I'ma soldier

I'm in that one shit

Never can confuse me with these busters

I'ma MacBoy aka a cold muthafucka