TIDAL WAVE
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch
I need a pool that'll make a tidal wave
I need my own space
Fuck it I might drive away
Go like fifty miles aye
Light yo ass up like propane
I feel like Buppy aye
Try me get to jumping
Choppa snuff you from a mile away
I might take yo life and I ain't gonna give you a choice
No remorse when i sink the blade you hear in my voice
And I enjoy killing pussy rappers even my boys
And how I play with words that you would fumble like it's a toy
I remember way back when all these locals they would doubt me
Now they tryna smoke me out and always tryna hang around me
I hear them talking shit but still my names is on they playlist
Said that I won't make it but they prolly gonna play this
Uh, and that's a fact bro
Catch you talking shit then if you lucky you get smacked bro
If the odds is not quite in yo favor meet the Mac bro
I could never ever sell my soul for some ass wack hoe
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I’m coolin wit my bad bitch
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch
I need a pool that'll make a tidal wave
I need my own space
Fuck it I might drive away
Go like fifty miles aye
Light yo ass up like propane
I feel like Buppy aye
Try me get to jumping
Choppa snuff you from a mile away
I might take yo life and I ain't gonna give you a choice
No remorse when i sink the blade you hear in my voice
And I enjoy killing pussy rappers even my boys
And how I play with words that you would fumble like it's a toy
I remember way back when all these locals they would doubt me
Now they tryna smoke me out and always tryna hang around me
I hear them talking shit but still my names is on they playlist
Said that I won't make it but they prolly gonna play this
Uh, and that's a fact bro
Catch you talking shit then if you lucky you get smacked bro
If the odds is not quite in yo favor meet the Mac bro
I could never ever sell my soul for some ass wack hoe
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I’m coolin wit my bad bitch
I need slabs of that wax
I need bitches thats bad
Need a crib that's a mansion
Wit a pool in the back
I need tabs of the acid
Bro what’s the madness?
Take another dab
Then I'm coolin wit my bad bitch