MaccMall - Love It (feat. FattMatt) Lyrics

Ima move how I move to the death of me
All you niggas tryna hate, 'Cant stand next to me
He talking on the net, But claim he a real G
That's sum foolery, My niggas they gon shoot for me
And we ain't shooting thru no whip its only close ups
Lil baby down to ride and she gon' post up
But when I'm gone she know a n***a counting up
Count Up, Count Up, I love to Count Up
Now you know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk
No future
Goofy boy tryna rob promise we gon' shoot ya
And He say he chasing bags, But I 'caught it sooner
We ain't the same 'lil nigga I'm a lot smoothier
I was taught how to get every since I was a kid
Cant f*ck with shawty, she a lil thooter
FreeAG, Down doing long bids
You always got that stick but niggas ain't no shooter
Popped a perky in a sprinter got a n***a gone
It take 1 phone call that'll send a n***a gone
How this dude wanna beef like you ain't my clone
I ain't hit nobody up I learned to get it on my own
Ay, Ay, And she gon' throw it back
And if you tryna make sum millions then I'm on that
We somewhere ducced off bitch we counting stacks
Real one to the death and thats all facts
Uh, Lemme see you buss it
We be going round for round yeah i know she love it
When this song come on yeah i know she bumping
If the ops slide pass best believe I'm thumping
Yeah I'm thumping
Mixing up the drip cause I got it
It ain't nun
Oh Big chains, On yo neck
Lol You fronting, 2 For the Cartier's
Trust me I ain't stunting
But Yea I got it so I can
N***a I ain't stingy
I been working for my fam
If that boy tryna play me gun talk
Is what I'm sayin
Feed him the whole clip
Then exchange once again
I remember Hard nights up in the trap
If They say they gon' slide don't believe it its cap
I had to cut sum n****s off who was tryna backstab
The prada fit all yellow looking some like a cab
I thought told y'all before you can't play me
I be really toltin drums, Like the navy
Working all night and all day is why they hate me
Had to get up, Off my ass I ain't lazy
They killed my dawg fresh out shits crazy
I act the way I act for a reason I move shady
12 get behind me they gon' have to chase me
Ain't goin like no sucker I know god he gon' save me
Only f*cking if the check right and she go stupid on the dick and her head nice
She keep the kitty wet so you know I hit twice
She a girly girl but she really like to do
And she make it nasty we be f*cking to my music
Deebo the pussy lil baby yeah i abuse it
All about a check and I'm all about my commas
If you ain't bout yo dough lil baby then don't you holler
I know you see the knots fat boy call shots
Have to give it what i got
The grinding it don't stop all that hating on a nigga
That shit need to stop
What you talking bout n***a?
I'm really getting guap, What the f*ck you thought
I gotta get it what the f*ck you thought
She on a n***a, Want a n***a
So she dying just to take that off
Come here baby let me take that off
Bend it over arch yo back
Im about to break you off, FattMatt
Ay, Ay, And she gon' throw it back
And if you tryna make sum millions then I'm on that
We somewhere ducced off bitch we counting stacks
Real one to the death and thats all facts
Uh, Uhhhh Lemme see you buss it
We be going round for round yeah i know she love it
When this song come on yeah i know she bumping
If the ops slide pass best believe I'm thumping
Ou Ou Ou
(Best Believe Im Thumping)
(If The Ops Slide Pass)
(Best Believe)
(And I Know, Yeah She Gon Buss It)
(And I Know, Yeah She Gon Buss It)
(Yeah I Know She Love It) (Ah) (Ou)
(Yeah She Love It) (Ah) (Ou)
(She Love It) (Ah) (Ou)
Yeah I Know She Do