Mackned My Ipod Lyrics

Remember making plays off my iPod
Bitch we be so geeked
We don't do no damn Tide Pods
I be with my Bloods like your bitch with her tampons
Me and Mackned all these hoes think we handsome
Take your bitch we gon hold her up for ransom
Counting money and you won't get a rack
Off these drugs and you know I'm not tired
And you know [?] when I'm tryna get high

On the bus, aye
Take your iPod
Talk down on my set
We take your chin off
My pistol clip sagging like a 90s thug, aye
On the drug, aye
Pop you like some drugs, aye
How you grow up so fast and never run, aye
They just popped my little nigga
Now it's on like a button
Aye, live by the gun
Aye, mama lose her son
Aye, slugs in the witness before the judge can call him up
Aye
Chains fight around my neck like kids, aye
I'm too high like I said hello to twins, aye
She skydive when she bounce off my dick, aye
That bitch skydiving when she bounce off my dick
Mackned

Remember making plays off my iPod
Bitch we be so geeked
We don't do no damn Tide Pods
I be with my Bloods like your bitch with her tampons
Me and Mackned all these hoes think we handsome
Take your bitch we gon hold her up for ransom
Counting money and you won't get a rack
Off these drugs and you know I'm not tired
And you know [?] when I'm tryna get high