Spin the block
You know my people tote them glocks
All my niggas crazy
I can't tell them when to stop
Slim pull up in the black droptop
Taylor g right behind me know the party don't stop
Took a ride I had to pray
Lord don't let these niggas take my life away
I been grinding mama got a place to stay
Got my lil brother cutting grass in new j's
Making music in the den hits made
Chase your dreams lil nigga get paid
Give a f*ck what the haters gotta say
Stayed down wit the homies trust me God'll make a way
Big dreams got a house on the hills
Paid off all my debts and I ain't got no bills
Real rap no mumble over here
I'm coming for the throne call the cops comandeer
At the end of the day f*ck what a hater say
Told my mama that her boy would make a way
Spent too many nights
Checking my account
Now I grind put food on the dinner plate
Mack Slim Taylor g
We stay high gone roll that tree
Mack Slim Taylor g
We only pick the beats that make you move yo feet
Yeah we in this bitch was happenin
Me and mack here
So we'll get it poppin
Shorty lonely shot a text
Sayin drop in
So I dropped in
Then our eyes locked in
And she told me im the one
Aint do nothing wrong
But i feel im on the run
Not like bey and jay
That one seem like fun
Disappearin with my shorty
Somewhere gettin sun
Rollin short fat joints
Lookin like a thumb
I been in the den
You aint seen in bout a month
Taking risks at the cliff
Yeah we made the jump
Not bein scared of nothin
Yeah we toughened up
Not drinking
We got water in our solo cup
Melanin on the beat
I got on chucks
Your girl think they neat
But imma switch to some ones
Beat you up use hands
We dont need guns
Knock a muh fugga out
Call me like shogun
But the homies are strapped
So no problems
Keep the glass mad clean
Boards like rodman
I dont start issues never
I just solve them
Still takin my steps on the way to zen
Need my ink signin checks
With a fountain pen
Theres a money move?
Im there just tell me when
Shorty is we datin
We cant be friends
I been givin extra bars lately
Had some girls pressin me
They was trynna felate me
Said no ran off and they started to chase me
Okay im fabricating
But i swear bruh
People be crazy
Thats why you always catch me meditating
Once im gathered
Roll one up, and light the tree
Once our sound blow
There will be a fee
To get these lines we spit
Laid on a beat
Unless you in house, in the embaasy
Cuz we ambassadors
And the den is our sweet
Homies pull up at your door
No trick or treat
Majin Buu Video (MV)
Performed By: Mack Slim X Taylor G
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey
Mack Slim X Taylor G - Majin Buu Lyrics
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Spin the block
You know my people tote them glocks
All my niggas crazy
I can't tell them when to stop
Slim pull up in the black droptop
Taylor g right behind me know the party don't stop
Took a ride I had to pray
Lord don't let these niggas take my life away
I been grinding mama got a place to stay
Got my lil brother cutting grass in new j's
Making music in the den hits made
Chase your dreams lil nigga get paid
Give a f*ck what the haters gotta say
Stayed down wit the homies trust me God'll make a way
Big dreams got a house on the hills
Paid off all my debts and I ain't got no bills
Real rap no mumble over here
I'm coming for the throne call the cops comandeer
At the end of the day f*ck what a hater say
Told my mama that her boy would make a way
Spent too many nights
Checking my account
Now I grind put food on the dinner plate
Mack Slim Taylor g
We stay high gone roll that tree
Mack Slim Taylor g
We only pick the beats that make you move yo feet
Yeah we in this bitch was happenin
Me and mack here
So we'll get it poppin
Shorty lonely shot a text
Sayin drop in
So I dropped in
Then our eyes locked in
And she told me im the one
Aint do nothing wrong
But i feel im on the run
Not like bey and jay
That one seem like fun
Disappearin with my shorty
Somewhere gettin sun
Rollin short fat joints
Lookin like a thumb
I been in the den
You aint seen in bout a month
Taking risks at the cliff
Yeah we made the jump
Not bein scared of nothin
Yeah we toughened up
Not drinking
We got water in our solo cup
Melanin on the beat
I got on chucks
Your girl think they neat
But imma switch to some ones
Beat you up use hands
We dont need guns
Knock a muh fugga out
Call me like shogun
But the homies are strapped
So no problems
Keep the glass mad clean
Boards like rodman
I dont start issues never
I just solve them
Still takin my steps on the way to zen
Need my ink signin checks
With a fountain pen
Theres a money move?
Im there just tell me when
Shorty is we datin
We cant be friends
I been givin extra bars lately
Had some girls pressin me
They was trynna felate me
Said no ran off and they started to chase me
Okay im fabricating
But i swear bruh
People be crazy
Thats why you always catch me meditating
Once im gathered
Roll one up, and light the tree
Once our sound blow
There will be a fee
To get these lines we spit
Laid on a beat
Unless you in house, in the embaasy
Cuz we ambassadors
And the den is our sweet
Homies pull up at your door
No trick or treat
You know my people tote them glocks
All my niggas crazy
I can't tell them when to stop
Slim pull up in the black droptop
Taylor g right behind me know the party don't stop
Took a ride I had to pray
Lord don't let these niggas take my life away
I been grinding mama got a place to stay
Got my lil brother cutting grass in new j's
Making music in the den hits made
Chase your dreams lil nigga get paid
Give a f*ck what the haters gotta say
Stayed down wit the homies trust me God'll make a way
Big dreams got a house on the hills
Paid off all my debts and I ain't got no bills
Real rap no mumble over here
I'm coming for the throne call the cops comandeer
At the end of the day f*ck what a hater say
Told my mama that her boy would make a way
Spent too many nights
Checking my account
Now I grind put food on the dinner plate
Mack Slim Taylor g
We stay high gone roll that tree
Mack Slim Taylor g
We only pick the beats that make you move yo feet
Yeah we in this bitch was happenin
Me and mack here
So we'll get it poppin
Shorty lonely shot a text
Sayin drop in
So I dropped in
Then our eyes locked in
And she told me im the one
Aint do nothing wrong
But i feel im on the run
Not like bey and jay
That one seem like fun
Disappearin with my shorty
Somewhere gettin sun
Rollin short fat joints
Lookin like a thumb
I been in the den
You aint seen in bout a month
Taking risks at the cliff
Yeah we made the jump
Not bein scared of nothin
Yeah we toughened up
Not drinking
We got water in our solo cup
Melanin on the beat
I got on chucks
Your girl think they neat
But imma switch to some ones
Beat you up use hands
We dont need guns
Knock a muh fugga out
Call me like shogun
But the homies are strapped
So no problems
Keep the glass mad clean
Boards like rodman
I dont start issues never
I just solve them
Still takin my steps on the way to zen
Need my ink signin checks
With a fountain pen
Theres a money move?
Im there just tell me when
Shorty is we datin
We cant be friends
I been givin extra bars lately
Had some girls pressin me
They was trynna felate me
Said no ran off and they started to chase me
Okay im fabricating
But i swear bruh
People be crazy
Thats why you always catch me meditating
Once im gathered
Roll one up, and light the tree
Once our sound blow
There will be a fee
To get these lines we spit
Laid on a beat
Unless you in house, in the embaasy
Cuz we ambassadors
And the den is our sweet
Homies pull up at your door
No trick or treat
Writer: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid