Lyrics No Mayo Freestyle - RyMacc

Nigga I ain't new to getting money
I been juggin' crazy since a junior
VPN gon' always clear the order
My next tat might just be a computer
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker
She got back, I'm tryna break her
I flip circuits like a breaker
And I'm up on all my haters!
Why you sad? Why you mad?
Buy her Gucci now she glad
Pop a tag 'cause she bad and she ain't fuck on none of my lads
That's a good Lil bitch and she a hood Lil bitch
She in the mood for some dick, I sling some wood on the bitch
And she don't run from it (No)
She love to suck on it (Blow)
On occasion she do lines but I don't fuck with the (Coco)

But she gotta pay for that shit her self though
You could smoke any of the weed on the shelf though
I'll roll it for you if you want me to
And I don't stop her cause

I love the way she top me when she off the shits
My toes curl up like I'm a bitch
Deep throat, don't hurl, this girl legit
No gag reflex, she merciless
But that bitch ain't no wife though
You can't have my kids if you be fucking with the white, hoe
I only like black girls, no I do not fuck with white hoes
Dre just said no Mayo
You had some potential then fell off like OJ Mayo
Ain't wanna go there, you wan' play though
Heat you up, you crack like week old Play-Doh
No, you cannot be molded
I'm Socrates, I tried to make you Plato
But you got problems learning from your ways though
Guess that I can't put you up on game bro
I still love you but you in the way, so

I just gotta move around my nigga
Right now we ain't on the same type of time
Just let me focus and get to it
Once we see the product of my grind

I'm coming back to put the city on and I put that on my soul
Gotta get it while I'm young, I ain't waiting til I'm old
Yelling free my nigga Push
When you home we to a bag
Nigga you already on
I already got a plan
Niggas know that I'm the man and I'm popping them bands just for fun
Do my dance when it clear yeah I know I'm the one
I touched 6 figs last year I'ma do it again
Then in 2021 I'm touching 7
Pray to God that when I go your boy gon' make it to the heavens
I just don't wanna see the gates 'til I'm at least like 87
I confess my sins to god I ain't confessing to a reverend
All I know is when I die RyMacc gon' die a fucking legend

On my soul, nigga
SadMadGlad til the world end
Run it up