Ty Money - Mac Talk lyrics

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Ty Money - Mac Talk lyrics

Gangstas move in silence with that Mac Talk Big homie always told me get that bag off Gimme that b**h I need that Go head give it up b**h I need that [Dre Bandzz] When I smoke blunts I be cheefin' Oh the homies always preachin'. (Go to Church) Who the f** these n***as think they teachin'? Watch out if you catch my a** reachin' We don't want your mother's have to call a deacon I smoke loud so all my clothes be reakin' Sippin lean out the bottle now I'm sleepin' And I'm only tryna f** her if it's leakin' I heard n***as turn to rats why y'all squeakin'? Real recognize real what you speakin'? I just copped a new Glock with a beam b**h. (beam b**h) That's your ho? Well she just let my team hit Her and all them b**hes that she came with I be on some snatch a n***as chain sh** Tell the judge I promise I'ma change sh** Get out and get right back with the gang b**h n***as really love to do that sneak talk And your b**h say she love the way I crip walk Boy don't make me half to take these chains off f** orders from somebody I'm my own boss And if I f** it up it'd be my own fault I be drinking lean I got a bad cough I can't go to sleep until that bag off Gangstas move in silence but that Mac Talk [JB] Hit my phone if you need that Money talk Mac talk you ain't with that Big crip just to knock a n***a's sh** back All my n***as gang We stay blowing pack Ounces in the trap Hold up keep 'em strapped I catch you talkin that I light you like a match I think that n***a mad Cuz his pockets flat Balmains on my a** That's a couple racks You better tuck that Or get your sh** snatched Go ahead give it up. b**h I need that b**h I need that. b**h I need that Go on head give it up. b**h I need that [Ty Money] Gangstas move in silence, but that Mac Talk Big homie always told me n***a get that bag off Hit the roll n***a hell yeah they get them grams off And make sure you make doubles and break your nails off Bandzz just called said she got that bag gone Talking bout Ty man I need another zone Saw em like back quit talkin on the phone Pulled up on a my n***a ya know I'm smoking on the strong Ask lil bro like, "What's up with them hoes?" Then she said "to chuh" now we ride with them poes JB at the trap tryna stack all the pros And the n***a hit my line like he tryna pour four Then I call up some red And I pour up a four Then I call Bandzz, and we meet up at the store Free Lee, Free Fig, and free Lowcordo ho, (b**h) And free Lowcordo ho Gang x4 b**h It's that Mac Talk It's that Mac Talk Big homie always told me, "Get that bag off."