Churches - OG Maco

Harpies geekin on narcotics, coughin coughin

Backless dress so I can nut on her spine

Super squirrely, she got nut on her mind

Want to fuck me just a couple of times

Pitter patter, why you driving round' here?

You know the way it go

Fuck you mean, «take it slow»?

You know I can’t waste a minute

Seconds adding to the sentence

I just fuck her until she’s numb

Why the lil bitch in her feelings?

OG Mac been in her kidneys

She spin on my dick like a frisbee

Heard you fucked her for the digits

I’m just food for her soul

She come to Mac, get replenished (Mhmm)

Pretty picture painter with my pride

Pretty pussy got a winning smile

And I did it right, working, damn I’m loud

Niggas quiet cause we making noise

Golden boy, Oscar or a Floyd

Holy shit, we in the field

I’m in this lootin like I’m Sly Cooper

Ratchet with me, make a clank

What the fuck you think?

Telepathic how I read em

If they don’t join us, we gone beat em

Couple thoughts locked away

Young nigga freedom, Young black Jesus

Making profit preaching wisdom to sinners

Begin to ending, both like Christmas

Young and gifted, money’s major

Make em love me with my anger

Every song another banger

Why the fuck they never tame him?

Murder murder murder, barely blame him (Mhmm, yeah yeah)

I got angels with devilish features

Harpies geeking on narcotics, often chasing profit

I got anger problems, I be squeaking

But everyday is like the weekend

Mhmm, yeah yeah