They got me f*cked up
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah, huh, yeah
And that's a motherf*cking fact
Never leave the house without my motherf*cking strap
I was fourteen years old with that motherf*cking sack
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, they know that
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah
Smoking mack with my unc', he call it Thrax, uh
Yeah I was thirteen sneaking, geeking, drinking Actavis
A couple niggas play with us
We turned that ass to dust
Don't let them gas you up
Heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga, uh
Hit yo ass up with some slugs
I run with hustlers and thugs
I got this shit out the mud, nigga
Ayy who want smoke? I got bud
Strapped in the church and the club
What the f*ck you niggas thought this was?
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack
I love you Mr. Glock!
I love-I love you too
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They got me f*cked up
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah, huh, yeah
And that's a motherf*cking fact
Never leave the house without my motherf*cking strap
I was fourteen years old with that motherf*cking sack
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, they know that
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah
Smoking mack with my unc', he call it Thrax, uh
Yeah I was thirteen sneaking, geeking, drinking Actavis
A couple niggas play with us
We turned that ass to dust
Don't let them gas you up
Heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga, uh
Hit yo ass up with some slugs
I run with hustlers and thugs
I got this shit out the mud, nigga
Ayy who want smoke? I got bud
Strapped in the church and the club
What the f*ck you niggas thought this was?
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack
I love you Mr. Glock!
I love-I love you too
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah, huh, yeah
And that's a motherf*cking fact
Never leave the house without my motherf*cking strap
I was fourteen years old with that motherf*cking sack
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, they know that
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack, yeah
Smoking mack with my unc', he call it Thrax, uh
Yeah I was thirteen sneaking, geeking, drinking Actavis
A couple niggas play with us
We turned that ass to dust
Don't let them gas you up
Heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga, uh
Hit yo ass up with some slugs
I run with hustlers and thugs
I got this shit out the mud, nigga
Ayy who want smoke? I got bud
Strapped in the church and the club
What the f*ck you niggas thought this was?
Ayy I'm right back on they ass, yeah
They done made me mad, uh
I been keeping calm
Constantly keep making cash, yeah
I been getting bag, after bag, after bag, yeah
Presidential shit, I ride my Maybach matte black, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
Yeah I'm on my Memphis shit
These bitches coming in a pack, uh
These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, cat in the hat, yeah
Baby I'm a player and my daddy was a Mack
I love you Mr. Glock!
I love-I love you too
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
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Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.