Mike Ty - MACKNED, Pollari

Get 'em up

Mike Ty, they bite my swag

Sorta pop a tag

See, my first rap check already missed the trap

First time I saw a opp, you know what happened next (ugh)

Second time I saw a fuck nigga, had to buck

Milwaukee, I stack

You talking, I trap

I move around, I barter

Teabag give me the bomb

I dub this carter

I’m coaching these hoes, Coach Carter

Head in ceiling, got me spinning no fidget

Let me think I’m selling grams and tickets

Let me think I sold my soul to some bitches

Remix your lean like I remix your soul

Yo baby mama like me

Yo baby mama like me, call me Cisco in thorns

I don’t see what’s wrong

I got the hammer on the head to stay

Even brought a couple pens, bitches hitting dates

I just hit two hundred with no license plate

And I’m not underwater but I whip the steam way

She call me her ex but she giving me head

How does that work bitch?

You better off dead, yeah

Call me her ex but she giving me head

Like my favorite producer, bitch

You Better Off Dead

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga

I control shit

Fuck niggas like my whole bitch

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga

I control shit

Fuck niggas like my whole bitch

In love with the dough they call me Homer Simpson

If she nine or better that bitch might go missing

I can’t play with bitches I can’t pay attention

I be in the foreign I forgot to mention

I got Xanny Percy know they need it

I feel like speed racer I be speedin

I got all this water call me Fiji

I got all this water call me Fiji

She call me her ex but she giving me head

How does that work bitch?

You better off dead, yeah

Call me her ex but she giving me head

Like my favorite producer, bitch

You Better Off Dead

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga

I control shit

Fuck niggas like my whole bitch

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga

I control shit

Fuck niggas like my whole bitch