Mercy me
I feel amazing in these cooled leather seats
Tahiti Treat broke down and rolled in a leaf
The way I treat a beat
From pockets to the topics in my reach it's really too unique
Handle roc like Power on the screen
Hesi tween, that's a mean pattern
Way we ball it look like March Madness
I'm swapping status out for cabbage
Niggas never had it
Somehow they has beens and drive that trash Benz
Your last album ass
Sent that shit straight to the trash bin
Mack World
Niggas living in it they all co-dependent
Fo's tippin
Boughie bitch pose like London Tipton
Boy I'm top pen
Leave me out that top 10
I'm really not them
I left the scene cuz I was feeling boxed in
I caught wins and caught wind the game needed me
Double E hoopin shorts
Praying hands sit square under the Jesus piece
Big Ticket
Could play for PSG the way I kick it
Windows down on the night cruise playing Ice Cube Wicked
Iont think I know the bitch baby you gotta be specific
You be trippin
And look you know wassup with me go head and grant me them three wishes
Straight back to it
Part of me know niggas got fake shooters
Act for the sake of music
Who you think you been fooling?
That girl you love to me she been a nuisance
Keep tryna send her home but she enamored, been begging just to slide, give them puppy eyes she know just what she doing
Now she topless and choosing
Tryna top but I'm cooling
Curved it cuz she's a loser
Who am I but just a vessel for player shit
Threw salt all on the game but I adjust I'm aware of it
Entire the attire might just pose for apparel flicks
Won't tag the fit I'm getting too flee I gotta gatekeep this here
Let's reprieve for a bit
Thinking it's something that you done did
Boy it's just Mack that she miss
She called it quits and you done had a fit
Going through the motions found your way in all her texts
Put your thumb over our thread
Damn near fainted when you clicked
I got the game from Rod Strickland
I'm a quiet pioneer
Don't need the credit from you niggas, just the cheese for what I did
At the show I'm throwing 4s still putting on for where I live
Quit that slick talking gossip simp cuz you ain't got the rizz
Baby it been a whole verse and I still don't know the bitch
You got me sick
You can pull me a me on me baby it's flattering forreal
Mack Scott - Tell Blake I Love Her Lyrics
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Mercy me
I feel amazing in these cooled leather seats
Tahiti Treat broke down and rolled in a leaf
The way I treat a beat
From pockets to the topics in my reach it's really too unique
Handle roc like Power on the screen
Hesi tween, that's a mean pattern
Way we ball it look like March Madness
I'm swapping status out for cabbage
Niggas never had it
Somehow they has beens and drive that trash Benz
Your last album ass
Sent that shit straight to the trash bin
Mack World
Niggas living in it they all co-dependent
Fo's tippin
Boughie bitch pose like London Tipton
Boy I'm top pen
Leave me out that top 10
I'm really not them
I left the scene cuz I was feeling boxed in
I caught wins and caught wind the game needed me
Double E hoopin shorts
Praying hands sit square under the Jesus piece
Big Ticket
Could play for PSG the way I kick it
Windows down on the night cruise playing Ice Cube Wicked
Iont think I know the bitch baby you gotta be specific
You be trippin
And look you know wassup with me go head and grant me them three wishes
Straight back to it
Part of me know niggas got fake shooters
Act for the sake of music
Who you think you been fooling?
That girl you love to me she been a nuisance
Keep tryna send her home but she enamored, been begging just to slide, give them puppy eyes she know just what she doing
Now she topless and choosing
Tryna top but I'm cooling
Curved it cuz she's a loser
Who am I but just a vessel for player shit
Threw salt all on the game but I adjust I'm aware of it
Entire the attire might just pose for apparel flicks
Won't tag the fit I'm getting too flee I gotta gatekeep this here
Let's reprieve for a bit
Thinking it's something that you done did
Boy it's just Mack that she miss
She called it quits and you done had a fit
Going through the motions found your way in all her texts
Put your thumb over our thread
Damn near fainted when you clicked
I got the game from Rod Strickland
I'm a quiet pioneer
Don't need the credit from you niggas, just the cheese for what I did
At the show I'm throwing 4s still putting on for where I live
Quit that slick talking gossip simp cuz you ain't got the rizz
Baby it been a whole verse and I still don't know the bitch
You got me sick
You can pull me a me on me baby it's flattering forreal
I feel amazing in these cooled leather seats
Tahiti Treat broke down and rolled in a leaf
The way I treat a beat
From pockets to the topics in my reach it's really too unique
Handle roc like Power on the screen
Hesi tween, that's a mean pattern
Way we ball it look like March Madness
I'm swapping status out for cabbage
Niggas never had it
Somehow they has beens and drive that trash Benz
Your last album ass
Sent that shit straight to the trash bin
Mack World
Niggas living in it they all co-dependent
Fo's tippin
Boughie bitch pose like London Tipton
Boy I'm top pen
Leave me out that top 10
I'm really not them
I left the scene cuz I was feeling boxed in
I caught wins and caught wind the game needed me
Double E hoopin shorts
Praying hands sit square under the Jesus piece
Big Ticket
Could play for PSG the way I kick it
Windows down on the night cruise playing Ice Cube Wicked
Iont think I know the bitch baby you gotta be specific
You be trippin
And look you know wassup with me go head and grant me them three wishes
Straight back to it
Part of me know niggas got fake shooters
Act for the sake of music
Who you think you been fooling?
That girl you love to me she been a nuisance
Keep tryna send her home but she enamored, been begging just to slide, give them puppy eyes she know just what she doing
Now she topless and choosing
Tryna top but I'm cooling
Curved it cuz she's a loser
Who am I but just a vessel for player shit
Threw salt all on the game but I adjust I'm aware of it
Entire the attire might just pose for apparel flicks
Won't tag the fit I'm getting too flee I gotta gatekeep this here
Let's reprieve for a bit
Thinking it's something that you done did
Boy it's just Mack that she miss
She called it quits and you done had a fit
Going through the motions found your way in all her texts
Put your thumb over our thread
Damn near fainted when you clicked
I got the game from Rod Strickland
I'm a quiet pioneer
Don't need the credit from you niggas, just the cheese for what I did
At the show I'm throwing 4s still putting on for where I live
Quit that slick talking gossip simp cuz you ain't got the rizz
Baby it been a whole verse and I still don't know the bitch
You got me sick
You can pull me a me on me baby it's flattering forreal
Writer: Craig Scott
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