Seventeentimes

I dumped seventeen times... Niggas don't want none Tired of these problems Can't call me a pimp... Why? Because I actually love my mama So call me The Mac Paper need to be stack In a lac with cream interior, chrome rims, candy black Old school cragars In a way that is major Having a ball with all the hustlers, ballers and players Gold daytons In a town with no hating Drank in my cup as I swang wide and roam crazy No mistaken 61 hella hot but it's 12 o clock P's in 3's made me nervous, I had to shake the spot Find a freak outta country club that know how to take the cock Then head on home, whip the work then make it lock Fighting for what's mines Fuck the time that I'm gonna be missing Thinking about weed and money, don't got time for sneak dissing Got a freak in position, no time for tongue kissing Make her come to her mind to realize what the fuck she been missing Now I'm breaking pockets, they don't even try to stop me Tell me to shut the fuck up, here's a couple hunnid then give me toppy Bumping Willie, thinking about painting the lac like that I brought the drank and sprite, where the fucc the ice at. Now I'm riding in this car with a nigga and some rats in the trunk That's what his ass get thinking I'm gonna get rob by some punk Sic wit this The infamous Winter enter the center with no swine on mine, Mr. Militant Quadjay. and. a 44 nigga The brothers that catch someone slipping, happy we don't know the nigga Situation got wild, bloaw put 4 to the nigga Tried to style when we was just finna close in on the nigga Blaze under the shade, trynna get paid A young black man lost in his ways Kriss kross in a daze Keep composure Ain't worry about closure Just chief, smoking up this kief in this doja Tammy turn tricks for somas Mary sing for chicken wraps And a old man stand on a corner Stating that he kicking facts With a gang that yelling getting back America looking at the scoreboard Talking about different stats Destroying homes, they ain't care how we was living bad They taking our hood, why aren't we yelling give it back Fucc it I hit a lick for the 50 racks Straight to the banks with the 50 laugh Took his pounds, sold it back to his brother, call that a extra 50 stacks Chill Smooth face with a beard Old man, fuck rookie of the year I'm like Number 1 contender that every nigga fear Call me the rap Undertaker, peace to the Gravediggaz A made nigga that make sure everyone on lock and behave nigga You must've been from a cave with ya Attitude that leave everyone doom, you a new slave nigga I got nothing else to say to ya