Mac Jerm - Bacheron

You think I want this, it just happened
Why would you give a killer a gun
They do the killing for fun
When they shooting do not start to run
When they shooting do not feel no pressure
Squeeze my trigger finger with no effort
Kiss the pinky, you fucking with Malcolm
Fucked my ex in the middle of da album
That's why all the beats sounding sex
Jewelry ain't even glass the shit plex
I was planning on coming for-
I was planning on coming for jugular
Her concealer is not like my muzzler
Dap my brothers my sisters I'm huggin em
Pussy water I gotta be flooding her
She like yellow diamonds, yea the bumblebees
Bitch you cun walk a foot in my dungarees
Bitch you couldn't see me with my shades on
I do all the transactions on pay phones
Cross the country that be like my state song
I'm in business meetings with my jays on
Having town halls in my living room
But the basement is really the bigger room
With this gas stove I'll be cooking soon
It was smoky but now it's a bigger fume
Your futures foggy
Heard that I got young monkey now she wanna Minaj me
I was in the 4 when I saw I was international
Prescribing go to therapy, confidence aint a attitude
If I posted credits you'd really reach out with gratitude
But instead they claim they love me
I'm talking to this stack of 50 thousand screaming hug me
God and jehovah the only ones that's above me
And i just went to hell cause I feel like heaven above me
Down below
I did so much sinning in my life could make a highlight reel
I just spent a 20 on Ginobilis upped my sex appeal
Feel so fucking numb I can touch you not a thing I'll feel
All you see is shining it's blinding when I go show my grill
You niggas is chicken, straight food to me
I ain't tryna stick to the normal routine so usually
I would talk my shit bout the way these thoughts been abusing me
But it's been a long day and see all of these flows is confusing me

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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