MAKKA

The drama story again Smoking in the kitchen Drop the keys onto the street Don't you wanna see how it ends? (Guess it's Mecha on the—) I'm only twenty, but it feels like plenty Man, I still get blown, but I don't sip Henny I'm layin' in the back of the Maybach Benny 2025, yeah, my jeans still Hedi This is paint, not blood, I ain't feelin' pain I'm sippin' syrup, smokin' up, I feel it in my brain Try dress like me, we are not the same I'm a winner, man, this rap shit is a fuckin' game You ain't killing shit, bitch, you a fuckin' lame I got my old haters screamin' my fuckin' name Yeah, your bitch an animal, you need to fuckin' tame her I'm really ballin', like I'm PSG Neymar (La-la-la-la) I dance in the rainlight, sleep whеn it's daytime (La-la-la) Bottega, you don't know what it feels like Hеsitate, I only do it when it feels right Gelignite, you know I really gotta smoke, right Skinny bitch, she itty-bitty coke line (La-la-la-la) She want my coat 'cause she cold in this moonlight We lock eyes, both know that the mood's right Snow White in a black coat, red light The drama story again (Na-na-na) Smoking in the kitchen Drop the keys onto the street Don't you wanna see how it ends? Left a hole in the room Nothing to remember you Only a trail of perfume Wonder if it's in here again (Guess it's Mecha on the—) N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup I'm really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up W-walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Mon— N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup Really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up Walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Montana (La-la-la-la) T-Tiff' on my bracelet, sniff, need a break quick (La-la-la-la) Chewin' this gum, but I still fuckin' taste it (La-la-la-la) I know it ain't a race, but I'm first fuckin' place, bitch I know you ain't the one, yeah, I see it in your face, bitch My new money look like old money (La-la-la-la) Cosplaying motherfuckers got no money (La-la-la-la) People really try and buy taste, and they can't (La-la-la-la) Man, you have it, or you don't, yeah, it's sad, but it's so funny I got that white all in me, feel like snow bunny (La-la-la-la) Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runny Yeah, that white, white, white, got my— white, white, uh (La-la-la-la) Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runnin'