Mac Miles - White Hoodie Lyrics

Uh, I'm off a gram of that pure lettuce holdin' up my clique makin' moves off of sheer leverage
Ay I got a thang for them trimmed hedges, when I go down on my bitch thats a smooth beverage
Ay I smoke so much loud I get noise complaints, tell them pigs kick rocks and have a nice day
Man they always love to hate, followin my fate better hit two a days cuz
I'm in tip top shape, the new hip hop face, with Rick Ross cape, the Boss in Salt Lake
Puffin on Grape Ape, yeah I hit it then I skate

White hoodie white hat white locs
Hella coke fishcale that's dope
Ridin' with my folk grown folks
Never broke white bread like the pope

White hoodie white hat white locs
Hella coke fishcale that's dope
Ridin' with my folk grown folks
Never broke white bread like the pope

Crackas been crampin' style, for real
These slackers resemble a pile, uh huh
Of shit that's as long as the Nile, whoa
I piss on them ants and get wild
Ch-ch-check the profile
They call me Mac Miles
I'm the one you should dial
If you need more style yea
I just hit your town homie
I'm back in the city back back in the city
I ain't sippin codeine man that shits for the fiends
I don't follow no trends I just innovate tings
I ain't got no Benz but I got my wings
Hella small circle only got five f*ckin friends
And they go by Ben Jah Min Frank Lynn, Ay
Yea it's a cold ass world dont let nobody fool ya
Disappear in the Bermuda I'm the rula of my budda
Remaining coola

White hoodie white hat white locs
Hella coke fishcale that's dope
Ridin' with my folk grown folks
Never broke white bread like the pope

White hoodie white hat white locs
Hella coke fishcale that's dope
Ridin' with my folk grown folks
Never broke white bread like the pope