Dirty Mack Songtext
What the fuck in my cup?
I woke up today and I got to the bucks
Stay with his mama, he ain't really up (He not really up, I swear to god)
They discredit my work and they tell me it's luck
Disguising the hate, but they tell me it's love
They want me to fall, but I'm staying above
He think he in love, but he cuffin' a slut (Yeah)
Niggas be weird, who the fuck can I trust
One hundred shots when I jump out the truck
I bet it's gon' pop when that nigga push up (Yeah)
I woke up today and I got to the bucks
Stay with his mama, he ain't really up (He not really up, I swear to god)
They discredit my work and they tell me it's luck
Disguising the hate, but they tell me it's love
They want me to fall, but I'm staying above
He think he in love, but he cuffin' a slut (Yeah)
Niggas be weird, who the fuck can I trust
One hundred shots when I jump out the truck
I bet it's gon' pop when that nigga push up (Yeah)
Niggas be weak, need to do a push-up (Yeah)
The bail money high, but I got it put up (Yеah)
Run up on me, tell that nigga, "Good luck" (Yeah)
Protеin shake, got that nigga shook up (Got that nigga shook up, huh, yeah)
Gun made in Korea, I let the K pop (Pop)
Her body on ten like she be on Baywatch (Yeah)
Takin' shots in Japan, finna make J-pop (Pop)
He not like us, man, I feel like K. Dot (Yeah)
He dirty mack in it to get his own bitch (Get your own bitch)
Still on probation, these niggas on dick (Niggas on dick)
New pink slip 'cause I really own shit (Really own shit)
(ouid)
Run with my niggas like Harriet Tubman (Woah)
Jump in the whip, start it up with a button (Woah)
Too many hundreds, they come in abundance (Woah)
Stay to myself, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (No)
Ain't worried 'bout niggas, ain't worried 'bout shit (No)
Back in August, had to bury my brother (Damn)
January, had to bury my friend (Damn)
The pain get real, the pain get deep You done got you so money, still lame to me
Beat on that nigga like two fifteens
Thirty round drum like two fifteens
I woke up today, I'm off coffee and beans
You ain't talking 'bout money, stop talking to me
It ain't really much you can offer to me
I ain't going back broke, not an option to me
The bail money high, but I got it put up (Yеah)
Run up on me, tell that nigga, "Good luck" (Yeah)
Protеin shake, got that nigga shook up (Got that nigga shook up, huh, yeah)
Gun made in Korea, I let the K pop (Pop)
Her body on ten like she be on Baywatch (Yeah)
Takin' shots in Japan, finna make J-pop (Pop)
He not like us, man, I feel like K. Dot (Yeah)
He dirty mack in it to get his own bitch (Get your own bitch)
Still on probation, these niggas on dick (Niggas on dick)
New pink slip 'cause I really own shit (Really own shit)
(ouid)
Run with my niggas like Harriet Tubman (Woah)
Jump in the whip, start it up with a button (Woah)
Too many hundreds, they come in abundance (Woah)
Stay to myself, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (No)
Ain't worried 'bout niggas, ain't worried 'bout shit (No)
Back in August, had to bury my brother (Damn)
January, had to bury my friend (Damn)
The pain get real, the pain get deep You done got you so money, still lame to me
Beat on that nigga like two fifteens
Thirty round drum like two fifteens
I woke up today, I'm off coffee and beans
You ain't talking 'bout money, stop talking to me
It ain't really much you can offer to me
I ain't going back broke, not an option to me
