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Turn it up, turn my headphones up real loud. Ay, ay, ay. What's up, June? OG Mack. Free Mon. Sheesh. Ay. I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm thumbin' through a check. Got the pack but I hide 'cause a nigga Need them bags. Roll a fat Backwood and then I hit the Smurf to dance. I got so many hoes, I got a different Phone for them. I'm a pimp, I'm a mack, I'm a motherfuckin' G. Met a bitch round one, fucked a bitch round Three. OGG, TFM, 808 on the beat. I-I'm from the motherfuckin' Bay, we don't smoke No Bama weed. Bitch, hit me on my trap phone, It's good. Don't hit me on my iPhone, Bitch, you know that I'm the plug. Got niggas in the Dell, shout out Nell, That's my cousin. I'm a real street nigga, Wouldn't change that for nothing. Woo. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off the top Shelf. shelf. Money pilin' up like a car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stretch. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off the top shelf. Huh. Money pilin' up like a car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. Fuck a motherfuckin' Flexin' all this muscle, this Is no stretch. I'm in Cali, ain't no baddest, just that five Fifth and dank. I been runnin' 'round the country, Now my roaches in LA, huh. I been kickin' in the Bay, couple boxes on The way. Tracking number say it's lit, cool, 'bout to fuckin' on your bitch. Damn. Mm-hmm, free Mon but the game locked, It's a hot summer with me and June. Tall hoes in a small room, bend 'em over, We thigh to thigh. Motherfuck what my haters say 'cause we ain't never seen eye to eye. Owe you baggers, you sub tweet, niggas food like Bird meat. Chirp, chirp, shootin' threes, Young Mack know whiskey. Solid dick, my cup flimsy. Syrup sippin', I'm not tipsy. This that grown man that walk dizzy. I'm OG Mack. Who? OG Mack. Young nigga bought Trill back. Live dope and I spit crack. Woo. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off the top Shelf. Off the top shelf. Money pilin' up like A car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stretch. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off the top shelf. Huh. Money pilin' up like a car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. A motherfuckin' FedEx. Flexin' all this muscle, This is no stretch. Crack the seal on a brick so I'm leanin' Now. I got P's of the loud, do you Need a pound? Shoot string around the Mac and It hold thirty rounds. You a fake nigga, so you never heard of That. Meet me in the projects at the candy House. Did a play for the neck, Brought the cannon out. Me and Ballo with my six, screamin', "Fuck a drought." Me and Ballo with my six, Screamin', "Fuck a drought." My-my-my money long, my bitch bad, I do this shit 'cause it's nothin'. On juug coke, I break hoes, I'm a real Nigga, you frontin'. Fuck the police and the DA, I ain't pullin' over, I'm runnin'. Spend four hundred for these Y3s, I never do The True Religions. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off The top shelf. the top shelf. Money pilin' up like a car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stretch. Huh, mad 'cause I'm smoking off the top shelf. Huh. Money pilin' up like a car wreck. We in traffic with the package, fuck a FedEx. Fuck Flexin' all this muscle, this no stretch. Woo. Huh. Woo, ah. Yeah. Fuck a motherfucker, yeah, Yeah. yeah.