No Slack in My Mack - Lil Ugly Mane

Yeah, motherfucker, Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch

Mr. Whoa Whoa, I see you

Let’s get this money, motherfucker

Chocolate Milk, you heard me?

I got a lot of profits in my pocket

I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it

I’m cocky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects

Treat your pussies like they’re objects, you can never stop the progress

Powder and some vegetables

Trap game exceptional

Commas and some decimals

Leaking out my gastrointestinal

Bitch, I’m a professional

Bitch, I am invincible

X-Men guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel

Flamethrower fire make a player melt

Steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt

You can’t save yourself

Praying for your saviors help

I’mma straight flay you and display you on my favorite shelf

Ugly Mane yeah you see the chain

Yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my name

I’m in that Chevy thing slinging banging run the game

You can’t even see me fuckboy, we are not the same

I’m fly (Why's that?)

I got money (Why's that?)

There ain’t no slack in my mack

Got guns (Got guns)

Got bread (Got bread)

There ain’t no slack in my mack

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

I’ll play you mad motherfuckers

I keep it Eddie Murphy

Laying in the hood, yeah I’m dying where they birthed me

Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they’re turkey

I’m spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy

Swag like nicotine, can’t get enough

Plus I’m bad for your health boy I’m dangerous stuff

Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts

Not the innards of a Dutch just a bag full of guts (Ok)

Balling on my mind—Kareem Abdulla oblongata

Polo, Louie V., and Prada

Anything to get inside her

Call my chopper easy-rider

Call my dick the equalizer

Call my phone I’m the supplier

Call my bluff I’m not a liar

You’re the liar when you’re lying on your back

With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack shit you said

You can never retract cause you’re dead

I’m ripping you to shreds

Ugly Mane is not right in the head

I’m fly (Why's that?)

I got money (Why's that?)

There ain’t no slack in my mack

Got guns (Got guns)

Got bread (Got bread)

There ain’t no slack in my mack

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money

No slack in my mack

Get the money