Mclntyre

Yeah, you know I'm doin' better Even if you see the weather All I'm needin' is my sweater And don't pass me the umbrella Cause I'm really from the six Big dog status, I don't even like the flicks Big, big wildin' man these suckas got me sick We gon' hit his bitch ass, thinking he the shit I know you see his scary ass looking like a lick And I heard they wanna do me bad But you know they always go out sad And this a hellcat, sounding like a thirty You can't even trust your bitch, hoes gon' do you dirty And I can never lie yeah my cup be hella muddy Girl I came to f*ck, you know I ain't came to study I been in the six with the Wally and the Stussy I been smokin' hella pounds, cause my blunt be hella lovely Girl, you gotta tuck this in, cause I see the cops I ain't came to rock, boy, I came to pop Mix the wocky with the pop, time to slow the clock Had to get up off my ass, I was about to rot I was about to expire Everybody is the same, everybody wired I don't even know the reason, I be hella tired Everybody feel the fire, like I threw a flyer Bout to hit him with a choke hold, McIntyre Shout out to my twin, he playin' hella hoes Purple on the Sprite and the neck on froze They ain't never feel the pain of my brother Los You can even see the shades with a Prada bros I'ma hit him with a combo like I'm fuckin' Rocky I'ma make him feel the bullets of my fuckin' rocket I'ma make him feel the rubber bands up in my pocket Yeah, I got a world of hating and they tryna stop me