[HOOK]
N***a i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n***a why you got that pistol
Young n***a yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe

[VERSE]
A lot of n***as flexing I don't get it though (2X)
While you talking about some money, i'm a get it though
& I'm probably going on your favorite hoe
Me & ghana switching lanes back to back
I just hit guddie for some new tracks
Young n***a going in on wax
Live this shit, live this shit that I rap
Big ass cup & its filled up
Young n***a balling, I ain't did enough

[HOOK]
N***a i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n***a why you got that pistol
Young n***a yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe

[VERSE 2]
You ain't getting money, what you in it for?
All my n***as savages, they criminals
Rocks on my arm, that's a mineral
Shake a n***a down that's a physical
N***a in magic, that shit mystical
N***a ain't no rapper, but i'm wrapping shit
I just pull up, with my savages
I just pull up, I might jack your bitch
Take that shit down, then I bring the bitch around
Bring that shit down, I might bring that shit around
N***a man i'm sipping paul masson i need a crown
N***a man I pull up with like thirty, that's a ounce
Damn, in my window
N***a look like smokey in that window
Strong off in his nose look like debow
Man I might just hit you, for like three O's
I might pull up with that bitch on debow
Pull up on that gateway shit that tempo
I might shoot em' head first that's the temple
I might pull up, n***a this the intro

[HOOK]
N***a i'm a mac & you a windows
& I see you peeping through that window
Please don't make me shoot you through that window
I'll beat your ass about my kin folks
I'm balling, ref need to blow the whistle
You ain't savage n***a why you got that pistol
Young n***a yeah i'm shooting missiles
Making love to the money with no mistletoe