[HOOK]
n*gga i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n*gga why you got that pistol
Young n*gga yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe
[VERSE]
A lot of n*ggas flexing I don't get it though (2X)
While you talking about some money, i'm a get it though
& I'm probably going on your favorite hoe
Me & ghana switching lanes back to back
I just hit guddie for some new tracks
Young n*gga going in on wax
Live this sh*t, live this sh*t that I rap
Big ass cup & its filled up
Young n*gga balling, I ain't did enough
[HOOK]
n*gga i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n*gga why you got that pistol
Young n*gga yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe
[VERSE 2]
You ain't getting money, what you in it for?
All my n*ggas savages, they criminals
Rocks on my arm, that's a mineral
Shake a n*gga down that's a physical
n*gga in magic, that sh*t mystical
n*gga ain't no rapper, but i'm wrapping sh*t
I just pull up, with my savages
I just pull up, I might jack your b*tch
Take that sh*t down, then I bring the b*tch around
Bring that sh*t down, I might bring that sh*t around
n*gga man i'm sipping paul masson i need a crown
n*gga man I pull up with like thirty, that's a ounce
Damn, in my window
n*gga look like smokey in that window
Strong off in his nose look like debow
Man I might just hit you, for like three O's
I might pull up with that b*tch on debow
Pull up on that gateway sh*t that tempo
I might shoot em' head first that's the temple
I might pull up, n*gga this the intro
[HOOK]
n*gga i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n*gga why you got that pistol
Young n*gga yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe