OG Maco - Top Shelf lyrics

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OG Maco - Top Shelf lyrics

Top Shelf (Verse) I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm dumbin' through a jet Got the pack, betta have it, cuz a n***a need em bands Roll the backpack boy, 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 muthaf**kin' G Made a b**ch round one, f**ked a b**ch round three OGG, TFM, ate away on the B I'm from the muthaf**kin' bay, we don't smoke no dummer weed b**ch hit me on my trap, all is good Don't hit me on my iPhone, b**ch ya know that I look good Got n***as in the deal, shout out Neil, that's my cuz I'm a real street n***a, didn't change up fo' nothin' (Hook) Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf Money pillin' up like a car wreck We in traffic with the package, f**k a fat a** 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**k a fat a** Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress (Verse 2) I'm in Cali, ain't no bad b**ch, 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' emba**y is lit, cool, I been f**kin' on yo b**ch Free mind, but the game locked, a hot summer with me and Drew Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh Muthaf**k what my haters say, we ain't neva seen eye to eye Oh, you bad cuz you s** tweet, n***as fool like bird meat Chirp chirp, shootin' .3s, young mat on the whiskey Dolla buildin', my calm flimsy, syrrup sippin', I'm not tipsy This a grown man, that Walt Disney I'm OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young n***a, brought thrill back Lived open, I spit crack (Hook) Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf Money pillin' up like a car wreck We in traffic with the package, f**k a fat a** 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**k a fat a** Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress (Verse 3) Cracked the seal on a brick, so I'm leanin' out I got peas on the loud, do you need a pack? Shoes stringin' and the mackin', we hold 30 rounds You a fake n***a, so ya neva heard of that Meet me in the projects, at the candy house Did a play for a nig', bout to ? it out Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' f**k a drout Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' f**k a drout My money long, my b**ch bad I do this sh*t cuz it's nothin' I don't do coke, I break hoes But my real n***a, you frontin' f**k the police and the DA, I ain't pullin' ova, I'm runnin' Spent 400 for these wild threes, I neva do the true religion (Hook) Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf Money pillin' up like a car wreck We in traffic with the package, f**k a fat a** 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**k a fat a** Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

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