Me and Marc lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin? Man, we been— you know we still f*ck around too, though
Money Is Not Everything, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, free the whole—
I'ma say this sh*t every time, man
Y’all might as well get used to this sh*t
Fifty point diamond link on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Seventy thousand dollar watches and sh*t, we back
Yeah

[Verse]
I was sittin’ in the feds, now I'm in the Maybach pourin' sixes of some red
Put a hundred in his car, you might hit him in his head
I just drunk some old red, I can feel it in my legs
My n*gga want some work, I might just hit him with a brick, feelin' like I'm Craig
I don't want my di*k sucked, give me your whole head
You can't tell I poured the six up, it's in a Code Red
I learned how to cook dope from an old man
But the crazy part is, I never sold grams
If Rio walkin’ off the stage, then the show end
I just made a dub today on some slow sh*t
I don’t just be f*ckin' anybody, bae, I ho sh*t
I might just let my son have my old kit
I heard a n*gga took your gun, you a whole b*tch
Eighty-five in the drum, drop the whole clip
White b*tch suckin’ di*k good, but ain't got no lips
You can't never be the gang, you on the wrong time
These n*ggas washed up, hang 'em on a clothesline
I bought a pint, sold a seven, drunk a whole nine
Unc’ ready to send somethin' to heaven, he hit a whole line
n*gga, I just drunk a four four times, that's a whole pint
Two-twenty on my neck, that's your whole life
Got a check from Distro and bought my ho ice
Bring me a double cup of Sprite, I don't want no ice
I can't miss when I blow, I got four lights
Took a Perc', tryna f*ck the b*tch, it took a whole night
Damn, b*tch, is you a virgin? Why it's so tight?
I'll break the internet right now if I go live
Stop talkin' 'bout a half a M, I made that four times in six months
We just bought a 'bow of za, we rollin' big blunts
We ain't no petty lean drinkers, bring us big cups
A two liter in one cup, that's a Big Gulp
I think I drunk my sh*t too fast, got the hiccups
So much dog sh*t I just picked up, I need a pickup truck
b*tch, go get your ass did, you got a little butt
I got four pockets, I'ma fill 'em up
900 Brabus Rocket truck cost a million bucks
Told bro, "Hop in that Maybach, come pick me up"
Soon as I let the seat lay back, she lick me up
And I don't smoke weed no more, but let me twist it up
R.I.P. Soda, I done f*cked a lot of chicken up
Why you n*ggas buyin' watches that be tickin', bruh?
Slime city, I don't trust nobody, I'll kill my brother
Okay, we just smoked a zip, Will, twist another one
I f*cked a b*tch ten times, we ain't kiss or nothin'
Ain't wanna pop him, I just hit him with the pistol butt
Am I Grinch or what?
'Cause I just made a million dollars and f*cked Christmas up