OG Maco - Top Shelf lyrics

rate me

Ft. Larry June

(Verse)

I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm dumbin' through a jet

Got the pack, betta have it, cuz a nigga need em bands

Roll the backpack boy, then I hit the Shmurda Dance

I got so many hoes, I got a different phone for them

I'm a pimp, I'm a Mac, I'm a muthafuckin' G

Made a bitch round one, fucked a bitch round three

OGG, TFM, ate away on the B

I'm from the muthafuckin' bay, we don't smoke no dummer weed

Bitch hit me on my trap, all is good

Don't hit me on my iPhone, bitch ya know that I look good

Got niggas in the deal, shout out Neil, that's my cuz

I'm a real street nigga, didn't change up fo' nothin'

(Hook)

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

(Verse 2)

I'm in Cali, ain't no bad bitch, just that fire piff and dank

I been runnin' round the country now my roaches in L.A.

I been kickin in the Bay, couple boxes on the way

Trackin' embassy is lit, cool, I been fuckin' on yo bitch

Free mind, but the game locked, a hot summer with me and Drew

Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh

Muthafuck what my haters say, we ain't neva seen eye to eye

Oh, you bad cuz you suck tweet, niggas fool like bird meat

Chirp chirp, shootin' .3s, young mat on the whiskey

Dolla buildin', my calm flimsy, syrrup sippin', I'm not tipsy

This a grown man, that Walt Disney

I'm OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young nigga, brought thrill back

Lived open, I spit crack

(Hook)

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

(Verse 3)

Cracked the seal on a brick, so I'm leanin' out

I got peas on the loud, do you need a pack?

Shoes stringin' and the mackin', we hold 30 rounds

You a fake nigga, so ya neva heard of that

Meet me in the projects, at the candy house

Did a play for a nig', bout to ? it out

Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout

Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout

My money long, my bitch bad

I do this shit cuz it's nothin'

I don't do coke, I break hoes

But my real nigga, you frontin'

Fuck the police and the DA, I ain't pullin' ova, I'm runnin'

Spent 400 for these wild threes, I neva do the true religion

(Hook)

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress