META MAK ft. MAQUEL Lyrics

They can't see his face

He ain't even hear us coming, creep up on em, put three to his pumpkin

My diamonds be bussing

Fatt up on my chain long live my brother

This shit come from the trenches

That dirty slimey shit you find in that gutter

If he failed that mission

I'll slide just one deep me and my cutter

I don't want his blicky

I'll go cop Chris Vec then drop another

I don't want his bitches

Got three to myself and don't want none of em

If I want his chain, better swing his pole

Cause ian leaving none of em

If I want his brain better hop on feet you know we coming

But this shit not no game you play with

Mak you gone head meet his brother (What-Else)

And Meta ain't gone say a thing

I let lil Mak speak he gone get to stuttering

No Mak is not lil Wayne

I let it all work out had foe nem stump em

No Mak he is not playing

I'm finna fuck off this beat then drop another one

Facts, in the Raq with a all black Cat

Got Mak in the back with a Mak

Like where's my money need all my racks

Drop off shorty then drop off pack

Got Meta in the section with a flexer

Met a bitch at my show I won't text her

I might pop out with Glock or Chris vector

It ain't nan one a bitch in my sector

I want thumb through my racks she say sex sir

Not Osama but bitch I'm a flexer

I might drop off a bomb for the next verse

But I'm finna let Meta go spit first

And I'm dishing out shit niggas deserve

I don't matter the weather you still gone get murked

I fuck around put you in a hearse

Dig em out the dirt like weed work

Foe nem feet work turn his bitch ass to a T-shirt

I'm a sinner, keep on sipping sizyrp

Yo bitch eat me up for dinner

Met a Mack on purpose

Never shake a nigga hand that ain't trust worthy

Ion give niggas chances I shoot first

You can let it be a gift before it be a curse

They can't see his face

He ain't even hear us coming, creep up on em, put three to his pumpkin

My diamonds be bussing

Fatt up on my chain long live my brother

This shit come from the trenches

That dirty slimey shit you find in that gutter

If he failed that mission

I'll slide just one deep me and my cutter

I don't want his blicky

I'll go cop Chris Vec then drop another

I don't want his bitches

Got three to myself and don't want none of em

If I want his chain, better swing his pole

Cause ian leaving none of em

If I want his brain better hop on feet you know we coming

But this shit not no game you play with

Mak you gone head meet his brother (What-Else)

And Meta ain't gone say a thing

I let lil Mak speak he gone get to stuttering