Macon

[Chorus]
Eugh, police know everything I did, be locked for ages and shit (Uh)
My bro, he caught life, he used to cages and shit
My nigga, he got interrogated, writing pages and shit (Uh, uh)
Ask God, "Can he forgive me?" Home invasions I hit
We tied up the kids, whole lotta noise they making and shit
Hit a lick, we driving to Macon and shit (Uh, uh)
Run in your trap with a stick, and drive away with a brick (Uh)

[Verse]
Where the fuck we at? Nigga, the trap house (Uh, uh)
Nigga, take a perky back, nigga done blacked out (Uh, uh)
Push up to Lil' Tooly spot, he got MAC rounds (Uh)
Uh, my shooter, he just shooting shit, nigga don't count (Uh)
Uh, nigga want 2 P's, give me four thousand (Uh)
I just poured up, I ain't measure this shit, more than four ounces (Uh)
When I go to sleep, I'm seeing weird shit, think I need counseling (Uh)
Junkie come to the trap every day, and this shit be bouncing
And my Unc in the can every day, might shank a nigga in the neck (Uh)
In the trap every day, counting green shit that look like Shrek (Uh, uh)
When we spin, lil' bro shoot at damn kids like "what the heck?" (Uh)
We ain't crashing, nigga, we speak in real life, not over text (Uh)
He don't wear suit, but he's a hitman, get niggas stretched (Uh)
He get head shot, we don't give shit about that vest (Uh)
It's a red dot on the Glock-nine, get nigga wet (Uh)
And my medicine, perky ten, I take it for stress

[Chorus]
Eugh, police know everything I did, be locked for ages and shit (Uh)
My bro, he caught life, he used to cages and shit (Uh, uh)
My nigga, he got interrogated, writing pages and shit (Uh, uh)
Ask God, "Can he forgive me?" Home invasions I hit (Uh)
We tied up the kids, whole lotta noise they making and shit
Hit a lick, we driving to Macon and shit (Uh, uh)
Run in your trap with a stick, and drive away with a brick
Run in your trap with a stick, and drive away with a brick