i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
talk to ya bitch an i get her digits. 
selling these grams all for the low. 
bad white bitch she off of the coke. 
makin this money so i don’t be broke. 
these little ass feens they all want the smoke. 

i flip a bag an now it’s a duffel, started with one an now i got double. 
she hit up my line but i do not cuddle, i fuck these bitches an leave em in puddles. 
they see my vape an they wanna rip it, i told em i’ll drip it, stop beggin to hit it. 
i see money all up in my vision, i’m chasing a bag just like a mission. 
i call my partner an told him go harder, 
he cut the price just like a barber. 
i shoot my shot just like a archer, i pull it back an then i aim farther. 
i’m going harder an harder an harder, while you take a break an sit on a charger. 
she call me daddy but i’m not her father. 
i don’t hate cats but that pussy gets slaughtered. 

i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
talk to ya bitch an i get her digits. 
selling these grams all for the low. 
bad white bitch she off of the coke. 
makin this money so i don’t be broke. 
these little ass feens they all want the smoke. 

you can not go where i go, my boys be grippin them poles, ready to blow. 
we do not say hello, i don’t know who are my bros, but time will show. 
flipping this work for more then it’s worth, counting these checks till my finger hurt. 
if i shoot my shot then i let it burst, i aim at the ski an not at the dirt. 

you can not go where i go, my boys be grippin them poles, ready to blow. 
we do not say hello, i don’t know who are my bros, but time will show. 
flipping this work for more then it’s worth, counting these checks till my finger hurt. 
if i shoot my shot then i let it burst, i aim at the ski an not at the dirt. 

i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
talk to ya bitch an i get her digits. 
selling these grams all for the low. 
bad white bitch she off of the coke. 
makin this money so i don’t be broke. 
these little ass feens they all want the smoke. 

i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
i get a bag an i gotta flip it. 
talk to ya bitch an i get her digits. 
selling these grams all for the low. 
bad white bitch she off of the coke. 
makin this money so i don’t be broke. 
these little ass feens they all want the smoke.

Flip It ( Prod. COBRA )

i can not waste my time, i just might be in my prime. i’m finna shine. 
look at girl, she a dime damn. 
no i ain’t lying, she one of a kind. 
i gotta watch my back, i got ain’t time to relax. but you ain’t got black. 
you ain’t about to do that, you know i come with that facts. 
you know that’s a fact. 

all of my enemies love me, as soon as i bring out the money. we buddies. 
now they act like they know, you do not know me you gotta study. 

i don’t want none of your love, all i want is for you to be real. 
because all i be seeing are fakes, so how do i know who’s the real deal? 

everybody switching up, can’t trust no body i be feeling stuck. 
but i really gotta get it, i ain’t giving up. 
i don’t care what you say i don’t give a fuck. 
i gotta lotta time an i gotta lotta patients, i gotta lotta heart, need more medication. 
gotta lotta haters that’ll keep hating, if they waiting on my down fall they gon keep waiting. 
i ain’t ever falling for none of ya games, i won’t get caught up and stuck in rain. 
i won’t let you cause me pain, i can’t let you get in my brain. 
i can’t let you treat me the same, i won’t let you swerve in my lane. 
say my name in vain and get burnt by the flame, no i ain’t playing no games. 

i can not deal no nonsense, i just sit back and read all the comments. 
they say they love me but hate what i do, i say thank you but worry bout you. 
my girl be helping me get through it all, picking me up whenever i fall. 
you can not do me better, so much love put into effort. 

i can not waste my time, i just might be in my prime. i’m finna shine. 
look at girl, she a dime damn. 
no i ain’t lying, she one of a kind. 
i gotta watch my back, i got ain’t time to relax. but you ain’t got black. 
you ain’t about to do that, you know i come with that facts. 
you know that’s a fact.

Don't Waste My Time ( Prod. SamzBeats )

Life Story

Mac the Magnicficent~Far From Home.mp3

start running ya pockets, i want ya chain, ya shoes, ya wallet. 
stop acting goofy, don’t make this a problem. 
yeah i’m a goon i guess you can call it. 
you don’t want smoke, i aim at ya throat. 
my weapon be hidden, under my coat. 
hop on my wave, bullets fly at ya boat. 
i feel like an ape but they call me the goat. 

my attitude nasty, watch me get snappy. 
if you want a monster text Scooby an Shaggy, they’ll send you my addie so hit up a taxi. bitch come right at me. 

shut up when i’m talkin, hide ya bitch when i walk in. 
they like the way that i’m rocking, ya know my style be popping. 
i got real nasty, i know that it’s shocking. aye. 

you can get smoked juul, i’ll make you look like a fool. 
no you ain’t cool, i make her wet like a pool. 
my drugs grade a, i sell them in school. 
that’s not my dick in my pants, that’s my glock am my bans. 
shorty hop off of my mans, you dick riders secretly fans. 
i know all of your plains, you can not walk where i stand. 
you can not do what i can, block so hot i got a tan. 
i heard my name in his mouth, now his mouth meeting my hands. 
he turn to a bitch, i think he a trans. 
i’ll call your bluff, stop tryna act tuff. 
me an my dogs only play rough. 
if we make a fuss, you ain’t safe around us, if shots fired, you better duck. aye

try not to get hit, i need a bag i’m finna be rich. 
i call up my homie an we hit a lick. 
i live at the trap, so i don’t like rats. 
homie blow glass, fam got gas. 
if you gonna ask, come with the cash. 
it’s selling out fast. aye! what? 

i fuck it up, bitch go crazy. 
i shoot my shot, i ain’t worried bout safety. 
her bed gon rock just like haiti. 
she gon have 3 kids just like amy. 
i’m her daddy but her daddy gon hate me. 
give her good dick, leave her legs shaky. 
puddle on my bed, when was it rainy?what? aye! 
 
start running ya pockets. aye, aye. 
gimme ya shoes, ya wallet. aye, aye. 
gimme everything you got, gimme everything you got. 
i ain’t playing with you, i’m being for real. 

start running ya pockets, i want ya chain, ya shoes, ya wallet. 
stop acting goofy, don’t make this a problem. 
yeah i’m a goon i guess you can call it. 
you don’t want smoke, i aim at ya throat. 
my weapon be hidden, under my coat. 
hop on my wave, bullets fly at ya boat. 
i feel like an ape but they call me the goat.

Don't Waste My Time ( Prod. SamzBeats )

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