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[Verse 1:]
I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm dumbing through a jet
Got the pack, betta have it, cause a nigga need em bands
Roll the backpack boy, then I hit the Shmurda Dance
I got so many hoes, I got a different phone for them
I'm a pimp, I'm a Mac, I'm a muthafucking G
Made a bitch round one, fucked a bitch round three
OGG, TFM, ate away on the B
I'm from the muthafucking bay, we don't smoke no dummer weed
Bitch hit me on my trap, all is good
Don't hit me on my iPhone, bitch ya know that I look good
Got niggas in the deal, shout out Neil, that's my cause
I'm a real street nigga, didn't change up fo' nothing

[Hook:]
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress

[Verse 2:]
I'm in Cali, ain't no bad bitch, just that fire piff and dank
I been running round the country now my roaches in L.A.
I been kickin in the Bay, couple boxes on the way
Tracking embassy is lit, cool, I been fucking on yo bitch
Free mind, but the game locked, a hot summer with me and Drew
Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh
Muthafuck what my haters say, we ain't neva seen eye to eye
Oh, you bad cause you suck tweet, niggas fool like bird meat
Chirp chirp, shooting.3s, young mat on the whiskey
Dolla building, my calm flimsy, syrrup sipping, I'm not tipsy
This a grown man, that Walt Disney
I'm OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young nigga, brought thrill back
Lived open, I spit crack

[Hook:]
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress

[Verse 3:]
Cracked the seal on a brick, so I'm leaning out
I got peas on the loud, do you need a pack?
Shoes stringing and the macking, we hold 30 rounds
You a fake nigga, so ya neva heard of that
Meet me in the projects, at the candy house
Did a play for a nig', bout to [?] it out
Me and Balla in my 6 screaming fuck a drout
Me and Balla in my 6 screaming fuck a drout
My money long, my bitch bad
I do this shit cause it's nothing
I don't do coke, I break hoes
But my real nigga, you fronting
Fuck the police and the DA, I ain't pulling ova, I'm running
Spent 400 for these wild threes, I neva do the true religion

[Hook:]
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cause you smoking off the top-shelf
Money pilling up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
Flexing all this muscle, this is no stress