Mclntyre Lyrics

Yeah, you know I'm doin' better

Even if you see the weather

All I'm needin' is my sweater

And don't pass me the umbrella

Cause I'm really from the six

Big dog status, I don't even like the flicks

Big, big wildin' man these suckas got me sick

We gon' hit his bitch ass, thinking he the shit

I know you see his scary ass looking like a lick

And I heard they wanna do me bad

But you know they always go out sad

And this a hellcat, sounding like a thirty

You can't even trust your bitch, hoes gon' do you dirty

And I can never lie yeah my cup be hella muddy

Girl I came to fuck, you know I ain't came to study

I been in the six with the Wally and the Stussy

I been smokin' hella pounds, cause my blunt be hella lovely

Girl, you gotta tuck this in, cause I see the cops

I ain't came to rock, boy, I came to pop

Mix the wocky with the pop, time to slow the clock

Had to get up off my ass, I was about to rot

I was about to expire

Everybody is the same, everybody wired

I don't even know the reason, I be hella tired

Everybody feel the fire, like I threw a flyer

Bout to hit him with a choke hold, McIntyre

Shout out to my twin, he playin' hella hoes

Purple on the Sprite and the neck on froze

They ain't never feel the pain of my brother Los

You can even see the shades we the Prada bros

I'ma hit him with a combo like I'm fuckin' Rocky

I'ma make him feel the bullets of my fuckin' rocket

I'ma make him feel the rubber bands up in my pocket

Yeah, I got a world of hating and they tryna stop me