Mack Jus, Stunna man, Quake Beatz, What's the plan
Mack Jus in this bitch like what's happening
If you ain't know, now you know, a bay area slapper
I like gold and fancy things and my hustle will never stop
The way I'm running out, ain't no way you could ever cop
California coast, beaches, bridges, and hotspots
Big sharks, and slaps that knock hard
We pop collars, mack and pimp for ours
And my patna got something that might flip your car
I'm on my boss shit, stacking chips with my brothers
I come saucy, you know dipped in butter
And I smoke the best when I slam her
No boofs, no mids, or no bammers
Not this fly guy, from the four one five
We known to get high and tax for the high
And my limit is the sky watch me take off
I need a pretty bad chick I can break off
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
Baby acting weird I ain't feeling her
Two can play that game like Vivica
You really wasn't with us bruh, trapping T shirts out that civic bruh
Coming off the tour, I can't get enough
Heard he can't get it up, too much codeine, pills, and blunts
When I hit the gym I push my ceiling up
All these bitches feeling us, so I understand why you ain't feeling us
Bars hitting harder than some silica, Stunna man
Put that pussy on me hella gushy
Had to stamp it twice so I can validate the pussy
Rookie, with you she barely allocate the pussy
She said she wanna f*ck I said book me
Jussy pulling up he got jars of that cookie
Niggas showing love, did me shady then they shook me
Closer to the edge where that shit really took me
Never been a killer I'm just praying they don't push me Ah
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
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Mack Jus, Stunna man, Quake Beatz, What's the plan
Mack Jus in this bitch like what's happening
If you ain't know, now you know, a bay area slapper
I like gold and fancy things and my hustle will never stop
The way I'm running out, ain't no way you could ever cop
California coast, beaches, bridges, and hotspots
Big sharks, and slaps that knock hard
We pop collars, mack and pimp for ours
And my patna got something that might flip your car
I'm on my boss shit, stacking chips with my brothers
I come saucy, you know dipped in butter
And I smoke the best when I slam her
No boofs, no mids, or no bammers
Not this fly guy, from the four one five
We known to get high and tax for the high
And my limit is the sky watch me take off
I need a pretty bad chick I can break off
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
Baby acting weird I ain't feeling her
Two can play that game like Vivica
You really wasn't with us bruh, trapping T shirts out that civic bruh
Coming off the tour, I can't get enough
Heard he can't get it up, too much codeine, pills, and blunts
When I hit the gym I push my ceiling up
All these bitches feeling us, so I understand why you ain't feeling us
Bars hitting harder than some silica, Stunna man
Put that pussy on me hella gushy
Had to stamp it twice so I can validate the pussy
Rookie, with you she barely allocate the pussy
She said she wanna f*ck I said book me
Jussy pulling up he got jars of that cookie
Niggas showing love, did me shady then they shook me
Closer to the edge where that shit really took me
Never been a killer I'm just praying they don't push me Ah
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
Mack Jus in this bitch like what's happening
If you ain't know, now you know, a bay area slapper
I like gold and fancy things and my hustle will never stop
The way I'm running out, ain't no way you could ever cop
California coast, beaches, bridges, and hotspots
Big sharks, and slaps that knock hard
We pop collars, mack and pimp for ours
And my patna got something that might flip your car
I'm on my boss shit, stacking chips with my brothers
I come saucy, you know dipped in butter
And I smoke the best when I slam her
No boofs, no mids, or no bammers
Not this fly guy, from the four one five
We known to get high and tax for the high
And my limit is the sky watch me take off
I need a pretty bad chick I can break off
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
Baby acting weird I ain't feeling her
Two can play that game like Vivica
You really wasn't with us bruh, trapping T shirts out that civic bruh
Coming off the tour, I can't get enough
Heard he can't get it up, too much codeine, pills, and blunts
When I hit the gym I push my ceiling up
All these bitches feeling us, so I understand why you ain't feeling us
Bars hitting harder than some silica, Stunna man
Put that pussy on me hella gushy
Had to stamp it twice so I can validate the pussy
Rookie, with you she barely allocate the pussy
She said she wanna f*ck I said book me
Jussy pulling up he got jars of that cookie
Niggas showing love, did me shady then they shook me
Closer to the edge where that shit really took me
Never been a killer I'm just praying they don't push me Ah
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me
Bitch we get it popping like it's Fish grease
Saw the competition, they like minced meat
Riding round my city I need big cheese
If you ain't talking chicken you can miss me youfeelme
Writer: Boykin, Jordan Gomes
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