O Well ft. Mac Ace Lyrics

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail

You don't like the fact Im getting to it o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail

I ain't trying to go to jail

If they catch me seal my lips

Don't know nothing bout them bales

Pay my bond so I can dip

Thank the Lord I hid my scale

That mean no intent to sale

Load my troops

Slide on a goose ugh

Send a fuck nigga to hell

Ain't dropping shells

These niggas Keenan and Kell

Just got the pack in the mail

It came with a smell

Hit like some water propel

I will forever prevail

I can not fail

I know they diggin my sauce

They like the way that I talk

Like how I walk

Mac Ace ain't takin a loss

Better listen when I talk

I don't say it twice

I put the buddy on ice

I'm nothing nice

I been climbing all my life

I been trying to get it right

I remember eatin rice

Just to make it through the night

On your head like a lice

I got a trap for the mice

Your bitch gon ride me like bike

She gon suck me all night (Luh bitch)

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail

Listen to the god close your eyes and Vibe with guni

Lil baby love my vibe She give two fucks that I got money

Good thang I got money

That's two times she fucking on me

I stood back observed didn't do Nothing that they wanted

You let them niggaz hold you back Nowonder you a flunky

I Hooked you up with Brandy you Turn around and fronted

But what Do I expect you from a garbage man and Junkie

Slide on a nigga like we figure Skating don't it ring around bologna

Nigga You know you don't want it

Bad ass bitch I was there when she Wrote it murder

Why you trolling that shit dead

That shit bogus what I'm selling

You can smoke it or deep throat it

(Dick)

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well

Bussin out the box

Gotta stupid fruity smell

She ask me where I live

I lied said this hotel

Counting all these blues

I ain't going back to jail (Never)