Текст песни Mack Bitch Flow

Tite bitch, out that D-3 set The one that you don't wanna test, I'll leave you a mess I get's respect, kick door and leaving 'em wet When the flow is in effect, hell yeah I'ma wreck And guard your grill, Tite might part your grill When the field gets real, it's like a marching drill Left-right-left, nigga when I swang and swing Niggaz scared of the ring, cause I'm the knock out king I'm the shit, you call me the king of the porch Lex Coupe slabbed out, with a V-12 horse Lower your voice, cause it'll be a ICU When I see you, best believe bitch you threw A gun chooser, call me a face and chest bruiser Enough for one hitter, best believe I'll do ya On the mic I'ma wreck, cause I go non-stop I'm automatic on this bitch, like 17 shots I'm endo blowing, slabbed in a tinted Yukon From Texas to Tucson, the weed get blew son Tite gon hold it down, cause I'm ready to rip Red beam with a scope, if fools ready to trip