Ride With The Mack

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Yeah

We are, Young Mula

And we run this bitch

[Hook]

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Slide out the Ferrari, I came to wet up the party

And baby I can shoot like Robert Horry or Corey Maggette

Ready for the impossible, I'm colossal, fool

And y'all niggas just molecules

Don't know how to build a house but I got a box of tools

I'm talkin' 'bout that "pop pop, pap pap, bang bang, blocka boom

That is for Tune

The coupe I'm in say "va va voom", then it go pe'hune

Nigga I'm gone

I'll see you soon, on the moon

Put me in the dirt and watch me bloom

Put me in the jungle, bet I'm coming back with all the food

Put me in the streets and bet I'm coming back with money

Yeah, bitch nigga run it

Yeah, bitch nigga run it

Yeah, bitch nigga run it

I'm heavily blunted, me and my gun loaded

She ridin' with me 'til the muthafuckin' road end

Yeah, and it be like that

I don't got papers on that Glock

But I got papers on that Mack

[Hook]

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]

I ain't have a body on it, but don't nobody own it

So anybody can get it if anybody wants it

Homie, I'm not your homie

You fuck around and end up wrapped up

In the trunk like a fucking mummy

Phony, I'm far from phony

I'm only about my money

And I keep enough of work to feed a thousand junkies

I stay strapped cause I keep a couple thousand on me

And I know these little cronies that's plottin' on me

But I ain't never scared

I ain't never runnin'

I got my own back

I ain't never frontin'

And I'm forever thuggin'

I'm like a pair of somethin' (?)

No heart, I don't care for nothin'

And no sir, I ain't here for nothin'

Then I'm trying to bring it back like the record's jumpin'

I got my system pumpin'

And I'm riding with the Mack and the duct tape in case I gotta carry somethin'

[Hook]

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

I got real fucking blood flowing through my pulmonary veins

I play the kitchen, call me "Culinary Maine"

Y'all niggas bitches, ya'll hustlin' on the scary train

While we move everything, from heroin to Mary Jane

But let me fall back, I know the Feds like rap

(There's an echo in the headphone)

That's how I know the mic tapped

When you don't brush your teeth

The only time you touch plaques

While we got too many on the wall

Yeah, it's like that

I got chicks that like me that don't like rap

Ask your girl who her favorite

I bet she say she like Mack

I tell a dark-skinned chick I'm allergic to chocolate

So if we eating use the plan and you can keep on walking

Hi Yellow Mamis, I don't eat red meat

I'm busy killing tracks

Yeah, this is a dead beat (rest in peace)

No child support

I pay with my heart, I kill it

I probably never be the best

But one of the realest

[Hook]

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack

Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack