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Meat Wrap Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Maccyp
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Jacob McPheron




Maccyp - Meat Wrap Freestyle Lyrics
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Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
Hold that thought
Bullets turn your insides to a knot
Couple hundred rounds will make you skip and hop
Crop your body out the scene and then we'll call it even
Blooded and beaten, till it loses all meaning
If I'm breathing, I'm spittin'
Bitch I'm healing with liquor
The scene is horrific
Feeling like the Predator when you hear my gun clickin'
Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
Bitch give me a reason to believe I need you
Static on the TV
Drownin' out these CC's
Man I'm woozy
It's relieving
Got an uzi, it ain't EA
Hear me on the PA screaming, "F*ck You"
I don't need an AK to KO your whole career
It's old news
Yeah we been knew that
I'm holding back
I'm swinging and slashing
Bringin' your girl into it
Yeah we smashing
Got an automatic at your man it's tragic
Bitch I'm magic with the way I'm pullin' names out of my hat
Why you spazzin'
Left the pen at home for this one
606
F*ck you mean
Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
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Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
Hold that thought
Bullets turn your insides to a knot
Couple hundred rounds will make you skip and hop
Crop your body out the scene and then we'll call it even
Blooded and beaten, till it loses all meaning
If I'm breathing, I'm spittin'
Bitch I'm healing with liquor
The scene is horrific
Feeling like the Predator when you hear my gun clickin'
Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
Bitch give me a reason to believe I need you
Static on the TV
Drownin' out these CC's
Man I'm woozy
It's relieving
Got an uzi, it ain't EA
Hear me on the PA screaming, "F*ck You"
I don't need an AK to KO your whole career
It's old news
Yeah we been knew that
I'm holding back
I'm swinging and slashing
Bringin' your girl into it
Yeah we smashing
Got an automatic at your man it's tragic
Bitch I'm magic with the way I'm pullin' names out of my hat
Why you spazzin'
Left the pen at home for this one
606
F*ck you mean
Bitch I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
I don't see no other option
Imma rob em'
Run him out his shoes and stuff him in a f*ckin' coffin
Plottin' if you watchin' keep on walkin'
I ain't got no time for talkin'
Got my dogs they stalkin' on your block
Its getting hot I got a Glock inside my drawers
It'll pop
If you f*ck with squad
I don't f*ck with law
Cause they sellin' rock
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Writer: Jacob McPheron
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