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​the future kingz - mac lyrics

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[intro]
i know, yeah

[chorus]
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (like a scab)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (yee)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (in my jag’)
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (ay)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (hit me back)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (sosho)

[verse 1]
hey, rollin’ through the city, top down, blowin’ cash (blowin’ cash)
if a n-gg- act silly then you know i’m gon’ blast (i’m gon’ blast)
i just f-cked on that b-tch with no shirt, i show tats (ay)
she think she fell in love, said, “you drunk, where yo’ flask?” (where yo’ flask?)
i been gettin’ money, layin’ low on my cool sh-t (ay)
house so big, n-gg-s think we on a cruise ship (cruise ship, b-tch)
bustdown the wrist, it gets deep in this pool and (ay)
i dismiss you n-gg-s, not the bell like when school end (ay)
i ain’t gotta say too much, know we next up (know we next up)
aimin’ at your neck, what the f-ck you wear a vest for? (what the f-ck you wear a vest for?)
been on my grind, it’s a curse like a hex, boy (it’s a curse like a hex, boy)
your b-tch, she choosin’, you might wanna text her (ay, ay, text that ho)

[chorus]
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (like a scab)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (skee)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (in my jag’)
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (ay)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (hit me back)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (ay)

[verse 2]
came from the mud, i got dirt on my shoes
i don’t want the green hundreds, all i care about is blues
but don’t get it f-cked up, keep that .40 tucked
just in case they want to f-ck with us
like they hands cut off, they can’t touch us
pull up to the mall, all the hoes rush us
got a b-tch in tokyo, got one in russia
b-tch you know i’m tatted, gotta go and get a touch up
i don’t want that hoe if she bougie, she stuck up
only f-ck with the boy ’cause i’m next up
i’m the money doctor, come and see me for a checkup
air out the mac, leave it lookin’ like ketchup
runnin’ from police, prayin’ that they never catch us

[chorus]
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (like a scab)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (yee)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (in my jag’)
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (like a scab)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (come back)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (ay)

[verse 3]
rollin’ in the cut like a n-gg- got stabbed (like a n-gg- got stabbed)
i don’t really do the talkin’ ’cause you know how n-gg-s blab
i just f-cked up a check on a watch and a bag (ching)
f-cked up a check at the mall, now they mad (they mad)
pull up eight deep in a uber xl
if a n-gg- talkin’ crazy, i’ma have to up h-ll (boom boom boom boom)
’cause we came up from the bottom, now the name ring bells (ching)
we be sellin’ out the shows and the b-tches on our heels
and we runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ through the bands
countin’ blue face hundreds in the back of the jag’ (ooo)
shawty pulled off with me for the night, now they mad
so i f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (wait, wait, wait, yeah)

[chorus]
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (like a scab)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (skee)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (in my jag)
rollin’ in the cut with my guys like a scab (ay)
if the plug don’t got it all, tell his -ss come back (hit me back)
i just f-cked on that b-tch and her friend ’cause she bad (’cause she bad)
f-cked on that b-tch and her friend in my jag’ (ay, ay)



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