By The Bar - Mack 10, Wanted (Skoop Delena & Young Soprano), Kanary Diamond

Who banging gangsters

Coming and balling to a scene near you

You know what to do

When you banging in the house all the girls come around

Drink what you want, smoke trees by the

No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down

And the niggas we fuck with they run their town

Look I’m shinin' mothafucka what you heard is real, just signed a new deal just

got some new skrill

I ain' gone' lie to get your boy whole bunch of meals and enough upfront just

to make a nigga feel

Like a made man and robbing when he know both tips cop two cars at a time and

pimp both ribs

I ain’t new to this, see I been pushin' double laws and my wheels' been

matching the same colors as my cars

And I’ve been a nigga with rubber bands on my cabbage and when they come a'

huffin' I’m a straight fuckin' savage

Mack 10 nigga and I’m never ever average, tip top of the food-chain and

everything

It ain’t shit homie I stay ballin' forth throttle, fucking top models and

popping yellow bottles

And I shut the city down when I pull my cars out and every club we hit tonight

When you banging in the house all the girls come around

Drink what you want, smoke trees by the

No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with

they run their town

If you ain’t heard it by now you should and every yellow, also the thuggest

chick off the block

I’m fly precious but ready to box, fresh tix, yeah the homie’s a cop,

cause ass hits pressing niggas to flop

Believe it or not, real speak threw up a lot where gangs clicks and cross that

fly

Gimme my props, I’m in this show, you niggas need no sex just to feel this raw

Me and my, get em' girls so getcha' girls, so get your girl before we get em'

pearls then we bust this horseshit, tell the world

Gimme a truck cause I’m worth 8 mill', she ill, also boy you know this chick

got skills

Baby girl don’t get restless, several test’ess, it’s a gangsta hood entities

from priestess

Miss K, puddy down with Mack mason baby, with the paper trail who bangin' pay

them later.

When you banging in the house all the girls come around

Drink what you want, smoke trees by the

No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with

they run their town

I hit the club, fucked up in a red top lambo, cranberry vodka got me clowning

on the dancefloor

Two step it, don’t throw no elbows!

L. A fit it white T, khakis and high-top

shell toes

Fold the stacks.

So all the bitches get nice, krank that a few, but lift the

club with baddest

She wanted a boss, so she chose a whole bang-up, future holo-famous, who Delena,

who can faint her

Dollar signs Soprano, fly as a sparrow, baby’s mind on my money and her eyes on

my vessle

Try’na dig me like a shovel who banging on another level, this is for my

king-pin niggas ballin' in the ghetto

Keys up and keys make the world go around, we throw a whole, yea that’ll shut

the shit down

We rich bitch!

and it ain’t disappear, with some certified ballers we’re gaming

for real

When you banging in the house all the girls come around

Drink what you want, smoke trees by the

No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with

they run their town