Makka Pakka Lyrics

Blow my trumpet like I'm makka pakka

I be puffing pain away with my pacha mama

Neck connected with a blade, let's just cause the trauma

You wanna take the chance I gave, but you not a rapper

New money new hoes that's a new life

I be fucking on this shawty she might be my wife

See him seizing on the floor asking if he's alive

You best believe your neck get cut up with fucking knives

I'm pumping out these singles, man fuck a shitty job

She goin eat me up like lunch time, slob on my knob

After taking xannies I'm in pain my body throbs

Pussy flexing all his money shit I'm gonna rob

Bitch I'm in the zone

Hit you in your dome

You a fucking red neck

Shawty give me better head

I get there bare checks

All my money blue

I'll just walk up at the function steady huffing glue

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They want my money I ask my bitch "who the fuck do I owe?"

Always good to fly high, never safe to go low

We just jumping on your team like a fucking pogo

If you mess up in the pen this shit is goin' get muddy

He's a good man but he's not my fucking buddy

I wore a black shirt, 'cause this shit gets bloody

He done crashed hard, fuck man he got unlucky

In a world of their own distance

I just went and caught his missus

And in the case that you had missed it

Check her ass 'cause there I hit it

And her V is where I bit it

People get out of my business

Unaligned Pseudo strabismus

And they know that I mean bidness

I mean bidness and she know no better

Eighty eight degrees and they know that I'll still wear my sweater

Dizzy off the helium lighter then a feather

Shit be flying in the air score that bitch just like a header

And they think that I'll stop

Nothing ever stops the clock

While I fly I watch him drop

We gone circle round your block

And the team fly like a flock

And we do it for the thrill

We just junkies popping pills

Percocets are on my bills

And the team is in the hills

Blow my trumpet like I'm makka pakka

I be puffing pain away with my pacha mama

Neck connected with a blade, let's just cause the trauma

You wanna take the chance I gave, but you not a rapper

I'm addicted to this drug

Shawty bringing out the bud

Pussy squished up like a bug

Cook the dough up in a mug

It ain't your birthday bitch I ain't get you shit

Man is in the ditch

Come and suck this dick

Come and fuck this dick

I ain't switching teams

Popping hella beans

While I'm shooting beams

I be fucking up some Lean

But I'm in a magazine

Load the clip, a magazine

Light the herb like gasoline

I be off promethazine

I am off a dose of wock

After ket' I cannot walk

Pussy boys just like the talk

Hit him once I popped his jaw

Hit him once I popped his jaw

Hit him with this mother fucking caliber

You ain't on my calendar

I'll fuck up this whole thing like I'm a massacre