Suck Mah Chord ft. Lucky Roux, Joetae, Devin Cheff & 8RO8 Lyrics

MACARONI GANGSTA (MACA MACA PUSSY)

UH! (YEAH BOY)

They call me yung lomi lomi

Hair like macaroni

Most y'all work at Arby's

Phony bringing that baloney

Necklace bumping Post Maloney

Rocks be looking Stoney

I'm counting all them stretch marks

Bet that's ass gon' look like tony

Microsoft y'all Sony

I ride this out like a pony

Watch my power level

rise straight through the roof

I feel like Broly (RAHHH!)

My opposition atheist

Until I leave uhm holy

Might hop a fence into a bank and stuff my pockets

Ravioli

Diglett dick like holy moly

Radford wenches, roly polies

Fuckin' wit' the homies only

You think you know me

That's the old me

I keep a mask glued to my face, so call me Tobi (queef)

The real me died 10 years ago

I'm living off that revenge only

As I step out

Make sure I'm the freshest that's fitted

This a Raf sweater shorty

You can't be wearin' my linens

I'm so viciously gifted

I make sure to rap circles 'round squares

Just like all the logos that's knitted

Who you know rap like this

And shoot photos like Gunner

Going down the H3

And I ain't talkin' 'bout Hummers

Cops all like track stars

Cause they got 4runners

Fuck all these girls then dip

It's a heart torn summer(yeah)

Paul Wall the whip

That mean I'm sittin' sideways

2008 Camo I feel like a Prime Ape

Shawty a migraine, give me head in the driveway

She lookin' like Beyoncé if I keep my eyes strained

They wanna kick you when you down

But wanna kick it when you up

So if you cheer for me

You better be 30 and up

They wanna kick you when you down

But wanna kick it when you up

So if you cheer for me

You better be 30 and up

I'm tryna get the bread

Like I'm saying I'm addicted

Shawty hit my line

Cause she feeling what my dick did

She Tryna spread her pollen

Like an opening hibiscus

Here we go again

Imma butter up this biscuit

She Crucifix laying on the bed

Cause I be nailing

I don't need a breakfast

Cause a motherfucker bailing

I focus on the hustle

Cause I'm always on the grind

Yeah I do it all the time

Like I be skating on a railing

Imma tell you what that honey do

Sucking on my boba

I be poppin' off

Like a carbonated soda

I always did it first

Yeah I'm ranting like I'm soulja

I bet they never told ya

Spitting like a cobra

They wanna kick you when you down

But wanna kick it when you up

So if you cheer for me

You better be 30 and up

They wanna kick you when you down

But wanna kick it when you up

So if you cheer for me

You better be 30 and up

Step up in the crack seed store with grace

Like Nancy

Top from ya momma give her shots

Guess you Bambi

Thinking you the one

You a runner up like an athlete

Madness and Mania

You can't see us in a tag team

Wake up to some cake

It's my birthday like every day

It's da bangaz got da 808 on lock

No you ain't safe

Spit my game and they got stank faces back it up before you take an L

I'm like K, making statements like a bank, face it

This money callin' keep me up

Wanna sleep get yo rest up

I'm getting cheese

Put ya greats against me and I shred em

She like ya fit she like me bummy

Don't need to impress her

I leave my kids in her room

When I skeet on her dresser

Gas guzzler like a hummer, I need more weed

Kinda high keep it Soprano like Tony

Don't need to follow in footsteps, I watch my own feet

Lay the smackdown keep it raw like Kofi