The Macs lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Racks]
Huh
Huh, you motherf*ckers know the truth
Hmm, these sucker n*ggas don't want it with the crew
Huh (Cypress)
Hmm

[Verse 1: Drexthejoint]
Say you f*cked my b*tch, n*gga, who?
Scary-ass n*gga, man, you the type that won't shoot
n*ggas boof, on they necks, man, these n*ggas know the truth
I'm all about the bag, I'm only worried about my loot

[Verse 2: Rowdy Racks]
On the dead homies, you don't want it with the crew
Talkin' out they necks, what you n*ggas wanna do?
If you gon' locc up, then don't play like it's cool
Sixteen in the clip and I ain't stoppin' 'til it's through, n*gga

[Verse 3: Drexthejoint]
Uh, say you f*cked my b*tch, I got plenty
All these hoes hate me, huh, they can't stand me
Can get it poppin' n*ggas know I keep a blammy
These n*ggas be some b*tches, huh, somethin' like a tranny

[Verse 3: Rowdy Racks]
Hmm, back in middle school, I used to smack on my nanny
In tenth grade, I was f*ckin' on your granny
In the halls, I ran my enemies, they never ran
If you owe me, put it in my motherf*ckin' hand, G
sh*t, matter fact, put it in my pocket
Blower loaded up, b*tch, I don't gotta c*ck it
Hmm, you ain’t gotta ask, Rowdy gon' pop it
These sucker n*ggas cappin', all they ever did was pop it
[Verse 4: Drexthejoint]
Stop it, lil' baby pop, lock, and drop it
Rowdy and Drex on the track, they can't top it
I'm the one that got the OC poppin'
If I wanna take your b*tch, you can't stop it

[Verse 5: Rowdy Racks]
It's the gang, b*tch, the number one topic
Bad lil' islander bop, these hoes droppin'
Whipped out, I just told her to top it
Stuck on the di*k, I can't get this b*tch off it

[Verse 5: Drexthejoint]
b*tch need some money, I ain't an option
Know n*ggas hate on the gang, but can't knock it
pus*y so wet, b*tch, you better mop it
Bop it, pass it, catch it, bop it

[Verse 6: Rowdy Racks]
Bash it, pass it, catch it, smash it
P13 BST gang, not bassy
Treat a b*tch like an asset
If she ain't worth no money, she get left like my last b*tch

[Verse 7: Drexthejoint]
You was that n*gga that was past tense
I'm so EBK, n*gga, I'm sucker side, batsh*t (Uh)
f*cked your b*tch, I'm still tappin'
Said, who f*cked your b*tch? Huh Drex the Mac did
[Verse 8: Rowdy Racks]
Hold on, Rowdy hit it from the backend
Pull out, smoke a blunt, put that motherf*cker back in
The whole gang pistol packin'
Pull up on your turf, had you b*tch n*ggas trackin'
Rowdy Rack’s back, bringin' action
Why you sucker n*ggas lackin'? It's time to get it crackin'
Daylight, guns and sh*t clappin'
Oh God, Drex just hopped out the back with a MAC
Brrt, rat, tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

[Verse 9: Drexthejoint]
b*tch n*ggas want beef? Huh, no goin' back
Popped out, dressed in all black
He think he hard with a hundred round, this a stack
f*cked your b*tch, then give her back
Don't even like that ho, why she all on my sack?

[Verse 10: Rowdy Racks]
b*tch, when you gon' let me cack?
You been should've gave me the pus*y since way back
Give it here, no take back
Real thug n*gga, good di*k, take that
You got ass, shake that
Come here, b*tch, bend your back, I'll break that