Macaroni Time lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Said she like my gun, buck, buck
Lil' b*tch tryna have my son (Grrah, grrah), buck, buck
(Spvtnik)
Grrah, grrah, boom, n*gga
Free Dot, Free Naz
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
Ldot

[Chorus]
Spinnin' blocks (Buck, buck), but you already know this
Name a gun that Jay5ive wasn't totin' (Buck, buck)
Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem
Bro in the paint, tryna ball like DeRozan (Buck, buck)
Uppin' on who? He better blow it
'Cause I'll be the type make a f*ck n*gga focus (Buck, buck)
They can't name a time where Jay Fever ain't throwin'
I ain't tryna hop out this V, it ain't stolen (Grrah)
He get shot tryna play with my Jet
They mentionin' Nay, they gettin' me upset (Skrrt)
Like, I ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech
Likе, I ain't the one who doin' sh*t correct (Buck, buck)
Ldotty, go tap your nеck
The Wash n*ggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench (Buck, buck)
n*ggas popped, like, show more than ten
I run up a check and spend it with my friends
[Verse]
On the—
On the bros, word to bro, I get gritty
She know who I am, keep tryna throw me kitty
Go—
Go deeper, f*ck on her kidneys
She want me to sign a broom up on her tittie (Buck, buck)
Bro buggin', bag off the stimmies
Like, I'm gettin' tired of wearin' straight Amiris (Buck, buck)
Rackz buggin', hittin' 150
I cannot get caught, they 'ready know I'm grippy (Buck, buck)
Gun barkin', trigger, it miss me
'Cause it keep on askin', "Fever, could you flick me?"
Straight bussin', b*tch, you won't get me
'Cause I'm in my thoughts, I'm thinkin' about Mini
Start buggin', this not a renty
Like, this just the V, you hop out or get busy (Buck, buck)
She frontin', she know the vibes
And she gon' f*ck me even if I miss you (Buck, buck)
On the block with the Jets, gotta fly that
We don't backtrack, we do not sidetrack (Buck, buck)
If he miss that, he cannot hide that
And bro got his back, he tryna go apply that (Buck, buck)
I'm the type who won't ask where the ride at
Don't you ask 'bout a b*tch, I'm inside that
Know a block who cannot get they guys back
They ain't never the type to go and ask where 5ive at (Said she like my, buck, buck)
I was on blocks, I ain't need a tutor, word to my deads, I did not need a torment
Ain't need nobody to teach me to shoot, word to my deads, I was outside performin'
Talkin' 'bout high school, sh*t gettin' borin'
Like, I got a passion for flickin' out the foreign
They ain't give me umbrellas or hugs when it's stormin'
Jay5ive tellin' fever, "Ain't nobody fallin'" (Buck, buck)
On the block with the gun in my backpack
Put the G to his face and ask him, "Where the bag at?" (Buck, buck)
Yellin' out, "Ewok", where the Makks at?
The first to say it back, the first to be a hashtag (Buck, buck)
Where the plugs at? Where the stash at?
I don't care if it's fetty, brodie better grab that (Buck, buck)
And them opp n*ggas, n*ggas mad fast
So don't bring 'em up 'cause n*ggas doin' mad bad (Buck, buck)
[Chorus]
Spinnin' blocks, but you already know this
Name a gun that Jay5ive wasn't totin'
Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem (Said she like my, buck, buck)
Bro in the paint tryna ball like DeRozan
Uppin' on who? He better blow it
'Cause I'll be the type make a f*ck n*gga focus (Buck, buck)
They can't name a time where Jay Fever ain't throwin'
I ain't tryna hop out this V, it ain't stolen (Buck, buck)
He get shot tryna play with my Jet
They mentionin' Nay, they gettin' me upset (Grrah)
Like, I ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech
Like, I ain't the one who doin' sh*t correct (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Ldotty, go tap your neck (Said she like my, buck, buck)
The Wash n*ggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench
n*ggas popped, like, show more than ten
I run up a check and spend it with my friends (Buck, buck)

[Outro]
Buck, buck
Said she like my, buck, buck
Buck, buck