lirik lagu larry june & og maco – top shelf
larry june (verse)
i’m in the a, i hit a l1ck, now i’m thumbin through a check
got the pack, betta have it, cuz a n-gga need em bands
roll the ?, then i hit the shmurda dance
i got so many hoes, i got a different phone for them
i’m a pimp, i’m a mac, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ g
made a b-tch round one, f-cked a b-tch round three
ogg, tfm, 808 on the beatnn
i’m from the m-th-f-ckin’ bay, we don’t smoke no bamma weed
b-tch hit me on my trap phone it’s good
don’t hit me on my iphone, b-tch ya know that im the good
got n-ggas in the deal, shout out neil, that’s my cuz
i’m a real street n-gga, didn’t change up fo’ nothin’
og maco (hook)
mad cuz you smokin’ off the top-shelf
money pillin’ up like a car wreck
we in traffic with the package, f-ck a fat -ss
flexin’ all this muscle, this is no stress
mad cuz you smokin’ off the top-shelf
money pillin’ up like a car wreck
we in traffic with the package, f-ck a fat -ss
flexin’ all this muscle, this is no stress
og maco (verse 2)
i’m in cali, ain’t no bad b-tch, just that fire piff and dank
i been runnin’ round the country now my roaches in l.a
i been kickin in the bay, couple boxes on the way
trackin’ numbers, say its lit, cool, back to f-ckin’ on yo b-tch mmhm
free mind, but the game locked, its a hot summer with me and june
tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh
m-th-f–k what my haters say, we ain’t neva seen eye to eye
oh, you bad cuz you subtweet, n-ggas food like bird meat
chirp chirp, shootin’ .3s, young mac nowitzki
? buildin’, my cup flimsy, syrrup sippin’, i’m not tipsy
this a grown man, that walt disney
i’m og mac (who?) og mac, young n-gga, brought trill back
lived dope, i spit crack
(hook)
larry june (verse 3)
cracked the seal on a brick, so i’m leanin’ out
i got peas of the loud, do you need a pack?
shoes string around the mac’, and it hold 30 rounds
you a fake n-gga, so ya neva heard of that
meet me in the projects, at the candy house
did a play for a nig’, bout the cannon out
me and balla in my 6 screamin’ f-ck a drout
me and balla in my 6 screamin’ f-ck a drout
my money long, my b-tch bad
i do this sh-t cuz it’s nothin’
i don’t do c0ke, i break hoes
im a real n-gga, you frontin’
f-ck the police and the da, i ain’t pullin’ ova, i’m runnin’
spent 400 for these y3s, i neva do the true religion
(hook)
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