Drumma Boy - Makaveli lyrics

[Hook: Lola Monroe] Roll the weed up Throw them g's up Who my n***as g'd up Mackaveli, Mackaveli, Mackaveli So n***as gotta see us Mackaveli, Mackaveli, Mackaveli [Verse 1: Juicy J] My n***as is k**ers they will run up in your spot Word on the town is you been movin' them blocks But we know the truth, you just a n***a that fly Like to show out in public and lie to these broads We makin' money n***a we don't lie to kick it Got a room full of money bed full of b**hes And they all geeked up all love kissing And if you call her on your phone she gon' tell you she busy Out here, hatin' on a n***a wanna start beef Man you're out here, on these streets like it's all sweet They gon' get your a**, slip and they gon' call me And I'm gon' tell em go ahead and put his a** to sleep [Hook] [Verse 2: Lola Monroe] Queen Roe for the record better go and get better Soldier [?] like the letter Cus mine leave clips in your head like barretas b**h so cold everybody's got a sweater Prayin' hail mary all these eyes on me But still I rise like resurrections demise on key Thug life, thug life let me get this mug right f** type your life when n***as cut white, raw I don't dump no work she don't want that work I mean it b**h I ball [?] and checks I'm banking b**h I call the shots The clock you block, you shop and shop My og taught me how to Al Capone a b**h for fun So his boss said mafia my b**hes pulled one [Hook]