Mac & Cheese

Lyrics

[Intro] Brr, ayy [Chorus] 'Course I got the check, 'course I bring my banger Yo' ho call me "Izzy," my ho call me "Zaya" Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah I keep running up big bands, 'til my shit sprained Talkin' spicy on these beats, yeah, just like pepper spray I could let these lil' niggas talk shit 'cause I'm not entertained, yeah Call up Bri', go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah [Verse 1] AR beat it, boom-bop, I just need the gu-wap Might just cop some Moonrock, these Giuseppe, watch me moonwalk It get flipped, yeah, that's a full, bro, you fucking with them tools, bruh Saved your brother from them shooters Ayy let's slide on bro, we know he boo'd up Ooh, we had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his Crocs on Let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeah, then turn the FOX on AR-47 fry yo' head just like a hot comb Br-broke boy couldn't get no GTC, he tried to box though Whippin' out this Mazi, brodie sippin' Quali' I feel safer with them choppers, feel like I'm the trending topic Fucked this bad ho, got the top bit, he can't see, ayy, make the top lift With no delay make the chop rip, I'm like PK, like to fire shit I'm like BK, like to fry shit, baby, what's your favorite color diamonds? On vacay, can't tell where I'm is Ayy bro, what the time is? Yeah, he just got like five heads Got twins on dick, they Siamese (I call this lil' bit' [?]) (Brr, ayy) [Bridge] ('Course I got the check, 'course I bring my banger) (Yo' ho call me "Izzy," my ho call me "Zaya") (Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah) (I keep running up big bands, 'til my shit sprained) (Talkin' spicy on these beats, yeah, just like pepper spray) (I could let these lil' niggas talk shit 'cause I'm not entertained, yeah) (Call up Bri', go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah) [Verse 2] (Yeah, I got some hittas, they be mac and cheese) (And I been through shit that you could not believe) Cooking crack up with no mask, might turn you to a fiend Lost my brother to the Percs, they call the shit OD But it's homicidal Stacking up these racks, it's stacking like the Eiffel Run up, meet the Glock, or you might meet the rifle When I sober up, I start getting suicidal So I just smoke dope And my shorty bad, she a throat goat Choppas in this bitch, they in the floorboards Can't tell you where it is, just bring me more loads Brr, ayy [Chorus] 'Course I got the check, 'course I bring my banger Yo' ho call me "Izzy," my ho call me "Zaya" I keep running up big bands, 'til my shit sprained Talkin' spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray I could let these lil' niggas talk shit 'cause I'm not entertained, yeah