Tite - Mack b**h Flow lyrics

[Tite] Tite b**h, out that D-3 set The one that you don't wanna test, I'll leave you a mess I get's respect, kick door and leaving 'em wet When the flow is in effect, hell yeah I'ma wreck And guard your grill, Tite might part your grill When the field gets real, it's like a marching drill Left-right-left, n***a when I swang and swing n***as scared of the ring, cause I'm the knock out king I'm the sh**, you call me the king of the porch Lex Coupe slabbed out, with a V-12 horse Lower your voice, cause it'll be a ICU When I see you, best believe b**h you threw A gun chooser, call me a face and chest bruiser Enough for one hitter, best believe I'll do ya On the mic I'ma wreck, cause I go non-stop I'm automatic on this b**h, like 17 shots I'm endo blowing, slabbed in a tinted Yukon From Texas to Tucson, the weed get blew son Tite gon hold it down, cause I'm ready to rip Red beam with a scope, if fools ready to trip (*talking*) Yeah what it is, this Tite To book me, holla at me 936-293-5448, yeah