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rah macc - nightmare on wortman ave lyrics

[verse 1: ace numbafive]

30 pointed at his chest like a v-neck
seen the clips started running like the rejects
tryna wipe n-gg-s out like kleenex
we send shots then reply like a seen text
on our way to the top n-gg- we n-gg- next
straight bands in our pockets no weak checks
f-ck sliding we in n-gg-‘s lobbies
i catch him taking out the trash he a body
hollow tips h-t his face closed casket
at his funeral this mean that you won’t see a body
if he ain’t dead then he crying for his mommy
heard he snitched now the cops tryna find me
margielas on my feet feeling c-cky
off a perk sh-t got me moving wocky
ready to shoot any n-gg- moving oppy
catch me on the block i be posted with yahdee
hollow tips and extendos
[?] funny how it be the lingo
i don’t really need friends though, keep my blooderss in the cut, they’ll shoot if the wind blow
i ain’t tryna have kids hoe, so straight take a knee straight swallow my kids hoe
and as far as the fit go
i’m wearing all black four fifth on my hip though
i’d be d-mned if i get poked
nope not again so i stay with my sh-t hoe
even if a n-gg- whistle
shooters pointing out the window i still let the sh-ts go
and i swear to let the sh-ts go

[verse 2: rah macc]

they say my gang ain’t on sh-t?
we had a script n-gg- f-ck all this talk sh-t
n-gg-s ain’t broke, my n-gg-s really run sh-t
roll a big blunt, got me ready to crunch sh-t
before the guns, my n-gg-s really crunch sh-t
i’m the big macc i ain’t gotta let that thing go
send my young bulls in the system like derrick rose
they don’t spin blocks we outside with them d-mn poles
and free quan macc never would my n-gg- fold
[?] middle finger if you think he told
sh-t been on the [?] getting spicy
catching n-gg-s while they slipping in they lobby
feeling like bishop can’t stop me
i’m macc fam now your b-tch wanna top me
i’m waking up early i’m chasing a check
b-tches just know that my n-gg-s is next
all these b-tches swallow i don’t want s-x
and if they talk foul i’m aiming them tecs
like yahdee where you at?
ace hold that you know i blow that
like quan where you at?
30 off that, it’s the get back
i catch a stain and i dab
spin down wortman ave
watch the news then i laugh
pour a 8th and get smacked
wake up chase a bag
love cars we spend cash
trigger finger like flash
n-gg-s talk with no stash
last n-gg- saw the flash
i macc pop in your ave n-gg-

[verse 3: ace numbafive]

man these n-gg- ain’t on sh-t
i caught him lacking in this hood on some law sh-t
we throw bullets and they catch em randy moss sh-t
leave the body in atlanta on some hawk sh-t
can’t walk through my hood with a hood cause my n-gg-s in my hood make sure they that they off it
hollow tips clear his chest like he coughing
put a hole in his head he a dolphin
sneak diss i won’t reply
word to raven you a dead man walking
still tell her 6 bands when i walk in
man these n-gg-s can’t stand when i walk in
i make you b-tches hold hands when i walk in
i need both of mines for when i dance when i walk in
show out and we blow out
put a bullet in his knee that sound like d rose out
heater tucked when it’s cold out
keep a 30 on me every time i back a coat out
what the internet shows bout?
you think it’s all talk until we show up in front of your house
five bands and my n-gg-s on your couch
momma love tied up cause of your mouth
five bands and my n-gg-s on your couch
momma love tied up cause of your mouth

[verse 4: rah macc]
young macc in the back with the mac tucked
that’s in case any you n-gg-s try to act tough
do drills speed off in a black truck
and i catch a opp i make that n-gg- say macc up
macc up since young we been drilling sh-t
band up food lit then we k!lling sh-t
cash out on the feds with the [?] sh-t
gripped up
four-fives, 30s and hollow tips
always with real n-gg-s they’ll clap ya
all your n-gg-s fake p-ss-es n-gg-s actors
since young i been hanging with real trappers
when macc off the lean he’ll f-ck around and head tap ya
head tap ya n-gg-s is like tappers
bands in my pocket send n-gg-s to kidnap ya
four fifth, six sh-lls to head crack ya
spin your block n-gg-s won’t leave until their [?]
n-gg-s talk but n-gg- you ain’t catch me
i’m the same n-gg- posted in the black v
four fifth on my hip that’s the macc’s p
free my n-gg-s that’s doing bigger numbers than max b
on the block good fit with a macc tee
nothing but k!llers and loyal n-gg-s around me
you know where i’m at, i ain’t gotta say
everybody know that block
that’s where the bodies lay
called bro like ” what you want the macc please?
i ain’t call you on anything attached b
i want a silencer the grip
an extension on the clip
red beam cause these n-gg-s drop tracks for me”
when you see rah you know it’s getting spooky now
my n-gg- [?] come through and bring them yoppers out
tg where you at? spin the block now
yahdee hit him in his neck spin his top around

- rah macc lyrics

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