Fat Joe - MACKNED

Captain Crunch presents…

Yeah, what up crunch

Cha-Charlie Shuffler

Ooh, ooh

Better Off Dead nigga

Mackned, yuh

Yuh, GBC, Mackned, uh yuh

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll shoot you through a screen

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll shoot you through a screen

Fuckin' on that bitch, I’m half asleep, fuck you mean, yeah

White goo, let’s count with something, bitches in their spleens, yeah

Six rings, dangle off a nigga, watch him bling, yeah

Over nothing, rings could come in sketchy, I’m a fiend, yeah

Cash Carti dancing on my wrist (What, what)

Only time I count myself, a paper

She got freaky, lil' bitch, nut on her eyebrow

Wake up with the sun down, Hublot like a

I just fucked that face, I call it a Smash Mouth (Ooh)

Glock on me, you don’t live what you rap 'bout (Mackned)

I just dead a brother, getting head on the freeway

She’s an American Idiot, I call her Green Day

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll shoot you through a screen

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I’ll shoot you through a screen