Текст песни O Well - Mac Ace , Gunibangbangpow

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail
You don't like the fact Im getting to it o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail

I ain't trying to go to jail
If they catch me seal my lips
Don't know nothing bout them bales
Pay my bond so I can dip
Thank the Lord I hid my scale
That mean no intent to sale
Load my troops
Slide on a goose ugh
Send a fuck nigga to hell
Ain't dropping shells
These niggas Keenan and Kell
Just got the pack in the mail
It came with a smell
Hit like some water propel
I will forever prevail
I can not fail
I know they diggin my sauce
They like the way that I talk
Like how I walk
Mac Ace ain't takin a loss
Better listen when I talk
I don't say it twice
I put the buddy on ice
I'm nothing nice
I been climbing all my life
I been trying to get it right
I remember eatin rice
Just to make it through the night
On your head like a lice
I got a trap for the mice
Your bitch gon ride me like bike
She gon suck me all night (Luh bitch)

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail
You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail

Listen to the god close your eyes and Vibe with guni
Lil baby love my vibe She give two fucks that I got money
Good thang I got money
That's two times she fucking on me
I stood back observed didn't do Nothing that they wanted
You let them niggaz hold you back Nowonder you a flunky
I Hooked you up with Brandy you Turn around and fronted
But what Do I expect you from a garbage man and Junkie
Slide on a nigga like we figure Skating don't it ring around bologna
Nigga You know you don't want it
Bad ass bitch I was there when she Wrote it murder
Why you trolling that shit dead
That shit bogus what I'm selling
You can smoke it or deep throat it
(Dick)

You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail
You don't like the fact Im getting to It o well
Bussin out the box
Gotta stupid fruity smell
She ask me where I live
I lied said this hotel
Counting all these blues
I ain't going back to jail (Never)