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Shotboy is the name, getting dollars is the game
I tell my mom I'm gonna change, but I still remain the same
Cause I'm poppin' with my craft, any one of y'all can laugh
I do it loopin', that's the game, without me homie do the math
Bang, biggity bang, the bump, the bump
DVD claim, while the funk dumps in the trunk
Every day I don't stop, catchin' bitches on the block
And they all up on my jock, TikTok around the clock
Swervin', clean, steady on the scene
Poppin' a fat bowl of green with the Danny routine
Yeah, we rollin', strollin', stunnin' on the haters
Lickin' talk, I'm locked up and I'm spittin' on some ladies
Relattle in my pocket, strapped waistline
Just a player on the way, and a different kind of time
Mac and this is in my blood, so I'ma let you know
In the fast lane, smashin', but steady tip is slow
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Smokin' on the sack, I'm reclinin' and relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Time to recline and time to relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Smokin' on the sack, I'm reclinin' and relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Time to recline and time to relax
Hey, how you doin'? My name's Macon May
Rims on the ground with a fistful of grain
Smooth, makin', ballin' for position
Music so loud, everybody gotta listen
Pull up to the lot, everybody just starin'
Rocks and rolls, golden, I'ma just glamin'
Tank full of gas, pocket full of cash
Lookin' for a badass bitch with some ass
Paws full with sand
Backin' and then I heard a tone
It must be my mistress callin' on the phone
Picked up and said, maybe what's good
Before I hit the hood
Sparked up a blunt and chunked up a deuce
Put a little pro-methazine in my juice
Swingin' in the lane and I got my game tight
This is how we roll when we in the limelight, yeah
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Smokin' on the sack, I'm reclinin' and relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Time to recline and time to relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Smokin' on the sack, time to recline and relax
The gangsters, the ballers, the players, the max
Time to recline and time to relax
We promotion with a potion, Mac Daddy on the road
Air blowin', flowin' cold through the open window
You wanna puff a J with me, I wanna puff a J with you
We can puff a J or two while we do what we do
Now why, oh why, do I get high to flow to cloud nine?
Time flies by, can you make it stand still?
Can you tell me what's real from the fire to the veal?
Now tell me what's the deal?
Control my gang, control my block
Control my Glock with it cocked on the spot
A kingpin, Mighty Mac, let your girl sabotage it
Baby dog from the back, let me get my Scooby snack
Cause I'm like a dog in heat, your cheeks up on the beat
Big booty, dime cutie and your body so pretty
So let me break you off proper in between the sheets
Cause I could be your Sancho if you in need of a freak
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
Smokin' on the sack,
time to recline and relax
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
Time to recline and time to relax
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
Smokin' on the sack, now recline and relax
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
Time to recline and time to relax
The gangsta's, the ballers, the players, the Macs
Yeah, you just tune into GI boy
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