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