Nick Pratt - Mac & Me Ft Mac Miller lyrics

rate me

Now tell me you ain't know what's be going...

Ready to jump down ...the beat

...hot potato champion, I'm holding defeat

And throwing shots like the ones with the dirt throw with the heat

Oh look, when the... but a nigga never lost shit

Super fresh and I ain't even got a chance to floss shit

While I'm making boss...white cuba tennis shoes

Repping... the game I'm trying to bend the rules

The test... score...

Southern raps slanger, only east coast...

author of the writings on the walls

Nigga...trying to ...

that niggas ain't tryin to do it like I does it

Cause I does it like the dopest ... cooking by the dozen

... in the trick yo

No ride... we just cash on delivery

in the 808 ... and the brains... this shit's a massacre

... bullet dying disastrous

Nigga I'm ... all I'm dropping is toxic

And all my little mamas is popping

Some young... my ... rifle they come back

They do that groupie ...because they think that I'm gonna...

But all I'm trying to do is shit on niggas

When I speat on the beat it's like... I spit no niggas

So disrespectful, nigga wipe your face off

One with the rap world, nigga like I'm ...

I'm getting to the money like I'm burning...

17 billion dollars bitch I made off

oh, I'm holly catch me if you can

I got these hoes running like I'm the gingerbread man

Your promoter got me summon like I gotta go to...

They got my dollars, I'ma shut it down the ...

I'll be rapping like I know something

at the same time I'll be snapping like I'm on something

Bitch I'm killing you, picking... cut the umbilical chord...

can't be there

... getting numbers in my phone with the flick of the wrist

... players need a ... hitting the spliff

...They need a shit, yeah you know it

cream like... try and take of the world like I was pinky

Pinky and the Brain, drinks is on ...

Don't bring them in the game, haters whispering my name

..I'm dropping the...legacy

Ahead of me we the ecstasy,

Sets me to my destiny

Throwing in the Hennesey

...so everybody's...

She say, poetry from... fresh like...

Blowing trees, hoes and peas, adios, oh it's me, Mac.