M.A.C. Lyrics

Aye yuh, Stranger

What you need dog, What flavor

I know they hatin' but I hit a layup like Ahh

If they up they better pay us

Doin what I gotta do to get the weight up

Remove the seed 'fo we roll papers

Lovely women and lost gangstas

The city's gone mad but I'm gettin paper

I Mastered the art of communication

I went from 123's and ABC's

To MAC n PIMP

I kick my feet up clove in my trees

Searchin for Bonitas

Lookin for somethin sweeter

I'm feelin undefeated

Lookin back at the bleachers

Slangin and bendin fenders

Keepin the Kin defended

Street code embedded

Ride til I'm deleted like Yuh

Top dog big grind til I do right

Big rim gone spin on a new ride

Top shelf gone get dog too high

lil baby in love wit my blue eyes

Bling blow look at my new ice

Gotta burner I keep my juke tight

My Chevy got hangtime look too nice

When the moon shine make the whip look too fly

Slither talk I slide when I walk uh

Post up propane when I spark up

Gotta ditch that thang when the cop come

Most my dogs dead or they locked up

Gotta talk real different them feds are listening

Diamond on chains, ooo it's drizzling

Stay in my lane, on a mission

Me and my dogs yeah

Young hog vicious dog, keep a cold yellow broad

Babydoll, sell it raw

Flip it til that dolla tall

Trunk pop, extra large

Parkin lot at the mall

choosin up, choosin fee

That's law til we ball

Mayne,

Secret rendezvous in alley ways

Give her game, she tip toed on the blade

She flipped a trick so sicky for some change

Then she gently set it on my drizzle frame