Mario Coins

(Uh-ah) yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck goin' on

I got this stick in my other hand, I cock this shit with my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the ho, "Let me come fuck, bring my brothers in"
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy with me

Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle with it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a runnin' back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back

Hunnid round drum, bitch I look like the boogeyman
Break in yo' spot with some glove, leave no fingerprint
I put my finger on the trig', I be fingerin'
Shoot off his head, what the fuck is he thinkin' with?

Shoot at yo' gang, give a fuck who you clickin' with
I got a beam and a flashlight as big as my stick
Pull up to the spot, whole gang on fuck shit
When I shoot the Drac' it's gon' sound like a buckshot

2019, how they find a nigga mugshot?
Niggas ain't gang, swear these fuck niggas opp'd out
These niggas ho, I'ma spin 'em in they crop top
Clutchin' on your phone, boy you know you ain't got Glock

I got this stick in my other hand, I cock this shit with my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the ho, "Let me come fuck, bring my brothers in"
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy with me

Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle with it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a runnin' back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back

Nigga got fire but they never go spin with that
If I'm havin' fire bitch, you know I get lit with it
Jumped out the house with that stick in my bookbag
Hit him cross the head with the fire, he get whiplash

Put it on the scale 'cause a zip don't look like that
We gon' up first, we don't never get back
Too many sticks in the big black Cadillac
Gang on the other side, 10-4 roger that

Booked for a show, I rock out like a rockin' chair
These fuck nigga washed up, nigga losin' hair
I got the stick at the show, brought a stick in it
These fuck nigga got personal blick in it

I got this stick in my other hand, I cock this shit with my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the ho, "Let me come fuck, bring my brothers in"
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy with me

Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle with it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a runnin' back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back

Yeah, yeah, fuck goin' on