- China Mac Run Dat Back 歌詞
- China Mac
- Head crack you like its Ceelo
A hundred shots in this chop, no reload
Shoot a nigga like its B-roll
Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico
Look, if you owe me money, better run that back
Im ridin shotty in the Rari with the MAC on my lap
I said, if you owe me money, better run that back
Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat
Shotty hit him, chop him up, will have his body missin
Run up on him, dump it on him,
Then Im in the Masi dippin
Choppy get him, all I gotta do is say the word
You aint gangster, yous a bird,
Leave your brain up on the curb
Like, woo how Im bustin bustin with the MAC again
Had me in the pen, my lawyer Jewish so Im back again
Back up on the wall, Id rather die before I grow
We gettin money, we gon ball,
Keep it gangster to I fall like
New York to Detroit, we keep toys
Lowkey from D boys, free noise
Money gettin, syrup sippin, got my murder weapon
Middle finger to the law, nah, we aint workin with em, baow
The streets crazy, I got used to it
All this hatin, I got used to it
Please dont pull your gun if you aint usin it
You dont wanna die over no stupid shit
We gon lay em down, then gon pick em up
If its sweet, diabetes, we gon stick em up
Gun cock, one in the head, you cant get one up
Its a war outside, dont come out, dont wanna mix youup
But, he was spittin tough, now he spittin up
Body shots, he aint gettin up
Big opps, they aint tryna get with us
We gon make em cry and post pictures up
Im pullin up, liftin em up, red dot, F-in em up
I was givin hell, you was in the precinct givin it up
Hot boys, turn the temperature up,
Headshots, aint givin em luck
Hot head, she give me a rush, baow baow
Head crack you like its Ceelo
A hundred shots in this chop, no reload
Shoot a nigga like its B-roll
Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico
Look, if you owe me money, better run that back
Im ridin shotty in the Rari with the MAC on my lap
I said, if you owe me money, better run that back
Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat
Headshot splat, girl I bust that pack
Funeral room, mama cryin, movie end like that
Nigga no new friends, old school, new rims
This bitch was clean on bitch, I was payin no rent
Heard he talkin to them people
Dump this thirty out this mother****in Regal
Im bout my bread like a seagull
Mel Gibson with this weapon, yeah Im lethal
Nigga say he want smoke, nah I aint no joke
Caught the nigga slippin had to put him in a chokehold
Forty bang syrup soak, he dont want it no more
Talkin bout you gamblin, we can bet it on a ten to four
Head crack you like its Ceelo
A hundred shots in this chop, no reload
Shoot a nigga like its B-roll
Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico
Look, if you owe me money, better run that back
Im ridin shotty in the Rari with the MAC on my lap
I said, if you owe me money, better run that back
Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat
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