Check it, ah, ah, ah
Kill it every time, can’t nobody diss me
I be throwin’ lyrics like they was a frisbee
Ay, normally pop up, i’m wearin’ jet black
My fans like dogs, they run out and fetch that
Bring it back, y’all know that they lovin’ everything i throw
Yeah, i can’t hold back, i’ma bring the flow
Ay, known for kickin’ lyrics after dark
Havin’ fun with my rhymes like playin’ frisbee in the park
Ay, they think they’re on my level, i be sayin’, “hell, no!”
When i rhyme, people’s bodies jiggle like jello
H-mack, man, i crush it on a beat
Lyrics just like jello cause i always spit it sweet
Let’s go, ay, comin’ off the top, it’s nonstop
I’ma light the fuse, then i’m ’bout to let the bomb drop
C’mon, yeah, i’ma be the coldest on the scene
Stackin’ money, dawg, we gettin’ to the green
Reppin’ for the team, ay, y’all know i get mean in the place
I’m leavin’ corny rappers green in the face
They love the way that i perform, i’ll be sharp as a thorn
I leave you torn, you thought that nothin’ rhymed with orange
Well, i’ma change your whole perspective, rep for my collective
Dig inside my mind, i be gettin’ introspective
She was like, “hold up, wait, are you kiddin’, bro?…
…i can tell you makin’ youtube videos.”
Yeah, ayo, i’m ’bout to leave you bent
I said, “yeah, i am,” she said, “damn, that is so intense!”
I said, “nah, it’s easy, i’m just gonna do a rap…
…i’m just gonna make some sh#t up off the top and that’s a fact!”
Ay, yeah, and now they know what i’m about
Ay, blow your mind with the flow, cover your mouth
Ay, can’t even believe the sh#t that i come up with
I’m bangin’ with the type o’ lyrics rappers just can’t f#ck with
Yeah, i spit it in the hardest way
All these rappers jelly like marmalade
Yeah, they love the way i do my thing
She got the hoop earrings, them some big #ss rings
H-mack on it and you know i spit it too tight
In the window reflection, i can see the blue lights
Mack all up on it and you know they couldn’t hang, though
Like the earrings y’all are rockin’, rappers ’bout to dangle
Off o’ the edge of the cliff
Ay, could tell that i’m blowin’ your mind
Ay, every time that i’m rappin’
Ay, y’all know i’m flowin’ divine
Ay, i got her shakin’ her head
Ay, y’all know i’m winnin’ the game
Ay, other homie on the side, though
She’s fallin’ all out the frame, ay!
Ay, can’t even believe it, i can do it high or sober
They be so impressed by the rhyme, i’m about to knock you over
She be doin’ this in front of her face, wavin’ her hand like a fan
Every time that i grab the mic, word to fans, ’cause i’m about to make you a fan
Ay, h-mack don’t need a plan
Ay, come off the top of the brain
Ay, every time i vibe these lyrics
Ay, y’all know they’re f#ckin’ insane
Do it for my people, live on omegle
Y’all know i got no equal
Every time i’m on it, i press a bigger threat
She be lightin’ the cigarette
Hold up, all my bars on point
Hold up, not a cigarette, it’s a joint
H-mack, you know that i’m gifted
She be smokin’ that and she’s gettin’ mad lifted
H-mack, man, i get through the drama
Ay, that’s word to my mama
Well, tell me, is it tobacco?
Or are you rollin’ marijuana?
H-mack, man, i’m spittin’ it fly
When it comes to rhymes, ain’t no one as sick as this guy
Yeah, ayo, y’all know i ain’t a joke, on my life
Ayo, like you smoke the cig, i be smokin’ the mic
Let’s go!
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