Macho Man lyrics

[Intro]
(Legend made another one)

[Chorus]
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man

[Verse 1]
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man
I always keep some shells with beef, I'm the taco man
b*tch, stop postin' opps on my news feed, that is not your mans
I only like Glocks and guns that is not gon' jam
Every day I wake up and get some money, I ain't got no plan
All these n*ggas wanna be the GOAT, I'm somethin' like a ram
I don't complain to my jeweler 'cause all my diamonds dancin'
I don't care about no gender, b*tch, get whacked and call it a crime of passion
If you see a janky n*gga with me, that's just my assassin
n*gga thought he was gon' get up on the Plug, I wasn't havin' it
Don't ask me what's them knots in my pocket, that's just racks and sh*t
You know the Plug ain't sh*t, I'm a dog, I'm tryna get the racks and dip
In middle school, all I wanted was bread and a bag of chips
b*tch gave me all of her money, not half of it
Your whip ain't even got AC and you mad you in it
Everytime I mix match designer, it's a fashion statement, the Plug
[Chorus]
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man

[Verse 2]
Please don't play with gang, lil' n*gga, we is not no hams
How you paid all that money for your jewelry and it not gon' dance?
I can show you how to get some money, b*tch, this is not no scam
I had his baby mama in the tele makin' a lot of bands
How you in the streets with no bail money? Get up out them jams
It's a lot of n*ggas doin' some tellin' to get up out them jams
n*ggas actin' like b*tches, Juwanna Mann
If your n*gga didn't teach you how to suck di*k, b*tch, your mama can
I was Maison grace, great Givenchy swagger without no status
I'm a dog, b*tch, and I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm so childish
Why you think the b*tch gave her money? 'Cause I'm so talented
I'm from the Stinc Team, we all winnin' and I'm proud of it
I only like to hit dime b*tches with low mileages
I ain't gon' lie, sometimes, just say sh*t that sounded cool
All the hoes wanna pay me 'cause I'm a stylish dude
I was that one bad n*gga, bullyin' your child at school
Now I'm whippin' up fullies on clowns and fools
I don't even know why you n*ggas came to the club with them childish jewels
[Chorus]
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man
b*tches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n*gga, that sh*t gon' jam
F&N bullets for n*ggas thinkin' they Macho Man