Mackbo - 4pack. Lyrics

Fuck i just crashed the benz
Too busy fucking on these hoes
Man these hoes is twins
Too busy chasing all this dough
I ain't got no friends
Posted in savannah w my cuz
That's my kin

Big body whips
Pull up suv's
Peep the gold ya dig
Issa lotta dese
Mackbo dynamite
When i pull up split the scene
Let a nigga touch me
Nigga pls

Let's get to the money
Hating niggas funny
She just popped a flat
Shorty walking like a mummy

My office hours are from 9-5
Boy they call me rondo in these numba 9
Yo bitch down to ride

She wanna get w me her friend gave her the heads up
Slapped em w my louis glove told em give it up

Louis vuitton
Mackbo the don
Rolex on my arm
Watch got no alarm
King sized bed
You sleep on futon

Passed her to the homie
Ping pong w yo bitch
Boy i smell bologna
What's the fucking pitch

Pull up in that roosevelt
This how rosa felt
Talk dirty giving head
That's a blow below the belt

My bitch speak paris
My niggas got love for me
Mackbo belly
White suits looking heavenly
Ion know you boy
Why you niggas next to me
Facetime w my demons
Yeah they know what's best for me
Red carpet ready
When i pull up in that limousine

Kickback yeah we need that 4pack
Better hide yo bitch boy i am the mack
Austin nigga you know where we at
Promethazine stress free hoe relax