MAKAVELI

[Intro]

Let's go Mario

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?)

Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]

And it's too many opps in this party

Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?)

Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up

Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup

Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up

Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up

Said he got a [?] with some lil' ass B cups

Acting like a ho, got his mother****ing bitch ****ed

[Post-Chorus]

Big frames on me (What?)

Big Range Rover (What?)

My shit, own it (Skrrt)

He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)

Please hit me up when it's over (What?)

Fake ass cloner

That ain't your shit, you a mother****ing [?]

She know I'm a dog, I'm a mother****ing Dober

Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy)

[Verse]

Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets

Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it

No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics

Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti

You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage

Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin'

Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang)

With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone

I just wear [?] and Prada, I'm back in my zone

Finesse the pack, put the whole team on

Finessed the dough, where the bitch can't go

I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho

Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes

Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho

I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my [?]

Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire

And your shit, know you big liar

Said you got gas, but this don't get my high

And I'm Michael, call me Myers

No 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires

Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber

Internet gangster, I never could be cyber

Came in this bitch with a MAC-10

I ain't tryna talk, what the **** is a backend (What?)

Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in

Make him hee hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah)

Glock with a beam, get packed in

Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin

My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin'

Hit my dougie, get to rapping

This the ****in' second season

They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing

They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow

You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float

Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass [?]

Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat

Think I give a **** 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope

Lil' bitch, I can't go, [?] big bankroll

[Chorus]

And it's too many opps in this party

Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?)

Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up

Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup

Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up

Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up

Said he got a [?] with some lil' ass B cups

Acting like a ho, got his mother****ing bitch ****ed

[Post-Chorus]

Big frames on me (What?)

Big Range Rover (What?)

My shit, own it (Skrrt)

He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)

Please hit me up when it's over (What?)

Fake ass cloner

That ain't your shit, you a mother****ing [?]

She know I'm a dog, I'm a mother****ing Dober