Lyrics

Slow down I show you how the trap feels I get chills, my fingers on the gat still I don't rap, I utilize my rap skills You're hungry, you need to get a mac meal I'm hungry but I need to get a rap deal I'm way past trynna stack bills I'm trynna push my figures uphill 'THEM' niggas wasn't that real I won't kill but the mac will Blow your top and probably make you're blood spill Take off, I put shells in his back wheel Spit rhymes Motherfuckin sick lines Your clique tryin' My gun spits 6 times, Revolver No ammo for the big 9 My chick fine I'm here till I sip 'WINE' Neck on ice They want him for an extradite You're petrified I know but let me rectify I'm not amped, I'm electrified Got ions not electrolytes Eff your wife Best of Mike Uppercut, hooks, left and right Get some ice, I'm hot I'm extra nice I be whippin' it's a trek to mine Vest on my girl, crept inside So fly I'mma rest in flight The boy moves like a hooligan Quick slick manoeuvring Have to keep an eye like a SUPER-IN-TENDENT Got a bag of carats in my pendant Looking to whip in a six-litre engine S.K. I'm independent Holla