Songtexte CHS Flow - RyMacc

(Macc)
(Bitch, I... uh)
(Bitch I been da Gawd)
(Let's go)
(Uh)

Aye
Here we go again
You can't buy it twice, you can't afford it
Need an Audi, Beamer, Benz
And I'm finna cop em in that order
I ain't tryna make new friends
My team solid, glad I went to college
I would never put a pen, to no contract
Unless its 2 albums for like 3 mil, man
Fuck a deal, independent in like every aspect
Blew a band and still ain't get no ass yet? Pitiful nigga
Pops went to the store 10 years ago
And damn he still ain't back yet, bastard
Clown on your home life, not sorry
I stay by my V-LONE like Bari
I want her, I bag her
This new game, you still spit Atari
Maccadelic like I'm Miller
Dad cap to the front like I'm Tiller
Bag back, that bitch Michael Jackson bad
Give her that good pipe
Coulda killed her and turned her to thriller
Take a trip out to Manila
Eat some Italian box like some wafers, vanilla
Macc, you know he been that nigga
Pick apart your crew and tell me who realer
I'm gassed up like supreme 93
Full tank and all you niggas on E
Edward 40 hands with the O.E.
Me and Kalan was fucked up OD
Dry heaving all in Audrey bathroom
I ain't throw up 'til the morning
Made it to the room and passed out
Sophomore year, that shit never was boring

I was poppin' that molly
Fuckin with them Xans
Trippin off shrooms with my friends
We thought that we were some rockstars