witt da mac lyrics

[Intro]
To get to the Backrooms, you must non-clip out of reality

[Verse 1: bleood]
I'm wit' Mack in a Hellcat, come and get yo sh*t back
Yeah, you know we split that
Gen in crib, I hip that
Tryna punch and, tryna eat my di*k up like a Big Mac
Talk on 1c we gon' break his bones just like a Kit-Kat
That's yo' b*tch? Yeah, I hit that
That's yo' block? Yeah, I spin that
This bit not tryna f*ck wit' me, she know that I'm the big man
Stupid Glocks, out the mac
She wan' f*ck, I'm her new man
In her crib like I'm Truman
Blacked out when I'm shootin'
She wan' f*ck wit' me 'cause she know I stay up in the back
n*gga why you say my name? I do not f*cking know yo' ass
Same n*ggas that's telling me to go outside and touch some grass
It's the same n*ggas that don't got green up in they f*ckin' pants
I got green, yeah, I got cash
I'm gon' pull, and gon' leave some stacks
I stay with MTDs in the back
I'm with this b*tch, off a Mac

[Verse 2: Nettspend]
Off a Mac, dropping in the Scat'
Gonna slide on this kid, put that money on your head
Put that money on your head
Sippin' green lean, we not sipping promethazine
Fighting like I'm Stephen Rowe, beat him up for talkin' mean
Just got that Glock, hit your f*ckin' spleen
b*tch, when it stop, oh, give me hella things
And we gettin' Mac, taking everything
Jt rode runnin' we're takin' all your things
Ain't no rage quitting, in it for the f*ckin' green
f*ck this sh*t, stealin' all your weed
f*ck this b*tch, put it in her spleen
f*ck the blunt, I been feelin' weak