Mac 11 - phantom

Man, it's really my birthday today, man
Type shit, man, I'm about to drop two songs on my birthday
This shit crazy
I've been working on this shit all morning (uh,uh)
Fuckin' on yo bitch in a Phantom nah nigga it's a Wraith
Hundred rounds up in a choppa, a nigga ready to play
This is not for show, I'm not doin' that lil' pussy play
Guard caught me on CCTV, he better go and just pray
Caught lil bro in the studio and I fuckin' sprayed
Keepin' a burner up on me, I can never be a pack
Talkin' to this bitch ass nigga, he said I can never lack
They lackin' motivation and they got no fuckin' motion
Told that girl I got the same motion as the fuckin' ocean
Fuckin' that bitch while I'm blastin' and playin' Frank Ocean
Hop up in the Jeep and I take a trip to the ocean
How the fuck you gon' try to play me like a fuckin' bitch
How the fuck you gon' say shit bout me you a fuckin' snitch
Bro called me broke cause I wear the same shit like everyday
He not wrong but how the fuck you gon' speak on me you in debt
I might as well go outside and buy myself a new ass vette
How you gon' get hit by a hollow point and die you a vet
You was gonna catch a body and you really just a said bet
Talkin' to this bitch and you know that I left her ass on read
I don't want no problems, I just wanna go and sleep in bed

Written by:
alex peralta

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