Mara Lyrics

Sat back and chilled I'm back on my shit

Start making our bread but we still on that shit

Weird as the fuck he fake in a song

He wasn't on that that bitch wear a thong

Gay as a hoe that nigga ride dick

Nigga we tight my brothers on shit

Geeked for a lick they trying to come up

Give that shit up or they send your ass up

You not fighting me you fighting the Glock

Punch threw a hallow I bet you you not

Hide and go seek niggas hiding a lot

He died off a pill he popped from the opps

Can't go out sad I'm popping a opp

Run up in here and your ass going to get shot

My niggas we skiied so you don't know who shot

New c kit six deep like the mob

God glory cash my niggas been scarred

Heart black as fuck we got some new guns

Call me the don I'm making the play

Don't know you bitch ain't nothing to say

G shit bitch ain't no way Im going to change

Tmg baby I stay in va

Know where I'm from what they going to say

Know that I'm solid I got me a bank

Sat back and chilled I'm back on my shit

Start making our bread but we still on that shit

Weird as the fuck he fake in a song

He wasn't on that that bitch wear a thong

Gay as a hoe that nigga ride dick

Nigga we tight my brothers on shit

Geeked for a lick they trying to come up

Give that shit up or they send your ass up

Glock twenty two not making it far

Stinger so big that bitch rip out your heart

My niggas love nines we all love the Glock

Got get them all like Pokemon ball

Got make it flip from winter to fall

We fuck everyday I'm stuck in her draws

Strange my addiction obsessed with her walls

Kaang ears cut but these bullets going to bite

Love all my brothers we not going to fight

Want to hurt family he die not might

I shoot ones like mike not Ike

The greatest Ali I'm tall and I fight

UFC sign me I'm knocking out lights

She trying to talk I turn out the lights

She trying to fuck I'm dimming the light

Bitch it's the don have a kid I might

Sat back and chilled I'm back on my shit

Start making our bread but we still on that shit

Weird as the fuck he fake in a song

He wasn't on that that bitch wear a thong

Gay as a hoe that nigga ride dick

Nigga we tight my brothers on shit

Geeked for a lick they trying to come up

Give that shit up or they send your ass up

Chatting about don they sending you up

Play with the folks shit about to get rough

Hit his man up that wasn't enough

Gave that shit up his bitch trying to fuck

Gave that shit up they know where he work

Run that shit up he gave the fuck up

Run that shit up they ain't give a fuck

Ran that shit up your bitch about to twerk

Move the fuck left ain't put in no work

Why he on dick cause he a bitch

That type of shit it's making me sick

Got pull the plug these niggas be sick

Stay by myself I ain't trying to be next

Give me some money don't come in a check

Billion in gold i'm trying to be next

Macadon bitch I'm the only one left

God glory cash real nigga you step

Glock different size which one is the best

Nineteen easy it fit you the best

nine or the forty switch it I guess

Binary beam what we do next

Folded the ar threw it in my bag

Ran me my money I bought her a mask

Forty the nine forty five and the ten

Whole lot of stepping they stepped on your men

Whole lot of snitching they killing that man

Whole lot of tipping you trusting that man

Whole lot of bullets we flushing the bitch

Whole lot of fishing we lurking and shit

Whole lot of practice we sending that shit

Whole lot of faking I'm purping and shit

They want the don they can't fuck with the kid

Sat back and chilled I'm back on my shit

Start making our bread but we still on that shit

Weird as the fuck he fake in a song

He wasn't on that that bitch wear a thong

Gay as a hoe that nigga ride dick

Nigga we tight my brothers on shit

Geeked for a lick they trying to come up

Give that shit up or they send your ass up