05 Mac - 10 to the face

(Oooo let's goo)
Spend a thousand on these jeans, pour a three inna 16
He said his life a movie so we pop out, made a scene
Ya we bout it, ya we bout it, bitch you know I keep that heat
Nigga talk that static , he get smoked up like some weed
And we got him in that ashtray, got him in that big blunt
We gon' let that K spray, and my pockets filled with hunds
Bad lil' bitch love Mac James, diamonds on me they gon' skate
Told y'all that I been paid, nigga since the 10th grade
All these natives been gay, nigga since the 5th grade
I ain't really fuckin' with these niggas, they get no pape'
Niggas throwin' shade like all these niggas do is hate
And I ain't trippin' bout a bitch cuz I be countin' bank
Ya I'm grippin' cash and I'm grippin' on some grain
Bad lil' bitch on me, bad lil' bitch she give me face
Man she give me brain, bad lil' bitch she love a James
All my bitches bad, all yo bitches look the same
Bitch, I'm too busy stackin' all these fuckin' racks
Money in that bag, plus I got a fuckin' Mack
Ten to the face if you be talkin' out your ass
Homie got that .40, yeah, loaded up with mans
Like brrr, ba ba, yeah, right where you stand
We be on some pop shit, but we don't pop no Xans
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spent a thousand on these jeans, pour a three inna 16
He said his life a movie, so we pop out, made a scene
Ya, we bout it, ya, we bout it, bitch, you know I keep that heat
Nigga talk that static, he get smoked up like some weed

Written by:
Joshua James

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