T Makk2kz - Obknockshizz Lyrics

I get bad bitches with hips from mad flicks of the wrist
And this Mac 10 on the hip bitch will get you gone and your clique flipped
It's automatic no stick shift bitch we come equipped with them quick clips
Big shit that goes blick blick and when that shit hits its going to drip swift
Like his bitch when I switch positions got her legs spread so i could climb in it
Got the little bitch open and wet, keep a penny quarter or dime in it
And time is money hoe so no, me can't spend none of mine with you
It's just me her and her friend I'm in between them like a sandwich
They let me f*ck them in a hotel hall like Tamron
Ain't no lights but we got action scope on the Mac looks like a camera
I am not a beast, demon, devil, lion, nor an animal
I am on a level that could never hold you parallel
I get high as f*ck and jump in my bitch pussy nigga I parasail
And my heart ain't never been on my sleeve although I'd wear it well
Not Tommy Hil, upper echelon nigga YSL
Why you tell, and let your co-defendants rot in hell
Let that had been one of my homies nigga you would've checked before you left that jail
And if you ever hear me say on my homie's grave, then yeah you could bet that there
Oh you smoked my homie, left your phone, came back, should've left that there
Because broski was right there waiting off in that cut like brrrat dat dat
And my Daughter's mama's bitch ass ain't on shit but attack attack
But I lunged up out that dungeon bitch I'm coming, yes T Makk is back
Hey tough guys, hey, I only call you that because you be acting that
You're not little bitch you stop, we take your breath yes asthma attack
And when my time comes I can't imagine any nigga will be after that
Arrogant, cocky, whatever you call it I'll be all that shit
And my bitch is it, comes equipped with ass, thighs, and all the hips
Foreign shit, grew up on some island don't know what they call the shit
Yes I'm Ralph Lauren and she'll do whatever for Yves Saint Laurent and shit
And if she ever gets to tweaking then you know it ain't shit to go and pawn the bitch
Awning in the spring for all the rain you know I'll block a bitch
Shoot my shot at the bitch and she goes, Stojakovic
Talking shit on these beats about the streets and how we got the shit
I pop my shit, I miss, but I bet this Glock will hit
Karate chop a brick down to some ounces now I'm who they're shopping with
Pull up to a nigga's bitch's crib in his old bitch's shit on some obnoxious shit
Because I'm drippy Scottie Pippy a lot of rings up on the fists
And its dolo how I roll though ain't no need to complement shit
Swim, go pirate in that pussy bitch, Roberto Clemente'
And she don't like calling me daddy the bitch prefers the sensei
It may come as a surprise hoe but you won't see my demise
I trust the guys and never bitches, why, hoes they often lie
Try me and I put you right between them clouds off in that sky
Aye, that's what my little mama says when I'm between her thighs
Pie a la mode these niggas sweet as that I need a cap, I mean a crown
For all the cavities I done found I'm bleeding out
These niggas be wild, tofu, no taste, no clout, no style
Lame ass niggas