Marco & Reck! - Intro Lyrics

Play with yo b*tch like some playdoh
She is yo main hoe
She do what I say when I say so
My shooters they lay low
Better just pray for a halo
Cook up yo block like alfredo
I reup my payload
Stacking my queso
Blue bills in my pocket I roll with a Draco
Flashlight attached n*gga shout out to Reddo
I'm not James Harden put treys to your face though ooh
These n*ggas cappin they don't want no static they say they bout action but they really not
Shout out to Carter that n*gga be snappin and these n*ggas cappin if you say he not
I get digits n*gga add up the fractions
Steady trappin you know I got that pack in
N*ggas talkin really just a dsitraction I'm not with that talking my pics got no captions
Say you get b*tches... n*gga where? Where are these b*tches you talkin bout
Say you get money, b*tch that's a cap, N*gga you broke f*ck you talkin bout
Run up on a b*tch if he talking loud, He like hold on bro we can work it out
Listen here n*gga I don't give a f*ck what you talkin bout

New hoodie on new flavor
Got ya sh*t getting locked that's a tasor
New green beam that's a lasor
Red helmet on Speed Racer
And I'm drinking Whiskey with the water as Chaser
Pacer
Man you know a n*gga need a Pacer
Drink too fast and I smoke too much
Talk too much you'll get yo ass stuffed
The People keep pacing tryna get a puff
Might buss but I still could never cuff
Righteous man I still don't give a f*ck
Knifes up speak it down and you get cut
She ask me can I break her down and I say hush
Of course
Cannot touch a married woman have her thinkin bout divorce
When you listening to me it's like I speak with Jedi Force
Ain't no passing me the torch
Cause I'll take that shit
Good benjis don wan break that shit
I hate that shit
I love to spit
She love to kiss she love the dick
I'm kinda sick it's kinda lit
Designer fit who trying it
You eyeing it I'm buying it
Divine and shit
Got dimes to hit
Don't mean assists
I leave with this
The finest wish
That's kids and old heads would find a fifth
We need some mo bread to stop the tilt
I need some forehead like I am Wilt
I get some mo head and ima limp
That's yo chick
Ain't tryna pimp
That's still you?
She say you colonel shrimp
Had to rendezvous cause I'm returning it
And you know I'm serving gas cause you burning it
Reck how you rap how you learnin it
Ion know man guess I'm just earning it
I kill the beat thats Urning it
I Hitler it I furnace it
I'm sorry tho don't take offense
They wishy wash they play the fence
We run up the score that's no defense
She gimme good head got me yodeling
Then we hit the bed and It's over wit
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