Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
30 Clip stashed in my waist, I've been walking with this limp so long, doc told me change my gait
If you a vet, you can relate, if you street, you don't debate
I'm a artist, I create, I go to Cali, party on the base, with golds up in my face
I be trippin', they be acting different when they see you in person
Name the guns that I go service, Ugly Betty'll make you nervous
They say you can't be a boss until you take a couple L's
I think you can't be a boss until you pay a couple meals
Trying to make sure all my niggas fed, ain't gotta rob or steal
Everything official, got some shit that I might never tell
Well connected, got drugs so good you'd be stupid not to sell
The flows are fluid, I'm a user, all my niggas bruisers, everybody's shooters
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
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Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
30 Clip stashed in my waist, I've been walking with this limp so long, doc told me change my gait
If you a vet, you can relate, if you street, you don't debate
I'm a artist, I create, I go to Cali, party on the base, with golds up in my face
I be trippin', they be acting different when they see you in person
Name the guns that I go service, Ugly Betty'll make you nervous
They say you can't be a boss until you take a couple L's
I think you can't be a boss until you pay a couple meals
Trying to make sure all my niggas fed, ain't gotta rob or steal
Everything official, got some shit that I might never tell
Well connected, got drugs so good you'd be stupid not to sell
The flows are fluid, I'm a user, all my niggas bruisers, everybody's shooters
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
Bitch I Mac I got the sauce
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
30 Clip stashed in my waist, I've been walking with this limp so long, doc told me change my gait
If you a vet, you can relate, if you street, you don't debate
I'm a artist, I create, I go to Cali, party on the base, with golds up in my face
I be trippin', they be acting different when they see you in person
Name the guns that I go service, Ugly Betty'll make you nervous
They say you can't be a boss until you take a couple L's
I think you can't be a boss until you pay a couple meals
Trying to make sure all my niggas fed, ain't gotta rob or steal
Everything official, got some shit that I might never tell
Well connected, got drugs so good you'd be stupid not to sell
The flows are fluid, I'm a user, all my niggas bruisers, everybody's shooters
They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce
Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off
Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off
Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse
Writer: Andy Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid