Lyrical Breakdown of On McAfee - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Three in the back, two in the front (yeah, yeah)
One in my lap, two in the trunk (yeah, yeah)
Who got the strap? Who got the pump? (Yeah, yeah)
Open the cap, open the door, yeah-huh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (yeah-huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Three in the back, two in the front
One in my lap, two in the trunk (gang, yeah)
Who got the K? I got the Drac (yeah, yeah)
Glock wit' him, pulled in, lil' JID got pull, yeah, huh
Lil' dawg with a bite and a bark
A nice heart niggas abused and turned to dark
A nighthawk lookin' for food and look at the booty
Nice, soft, maybe the bougie bitch look good with the lights off
He bust real dope moves, one dope boy, two loose screws
Three bad black lil' niggas said, "Fuck school"
Fuck them, fuck you, fuck dudes up
Tough dudes get touched too
Ash to ash, and dust to dust
You best to bust to rusty, trusty, dusty, if you rush me (man, slow the beat down)
Yeah, pullin' up where? He got his heat and his hooligans there
Who brought the beef and the food for the bear?
Who got the fever, the heat it can shoot in the air
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (whoa, bitch, I'm from the, bitch, bitch)
Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, you could see the street sign
Never seen a peace sign, hell yeah
Said he finna respawn, shootin' out a Nissan
Put that boy to sleep now, hell yeah
Nigga, fuck 12, they be jockin' the player
Lil' Glock .9, let it pop in the air
Ninja Turtle Raphael when he caught a shell
Better say a prayer when he walkin' to jail
He said he walk it like he talk it, and he walkin' it well
He said he 'bout to tuck a shank and he ain't tuckin' his tail
He train well, well trained, goin' off of the rails (yeah, yeah)
Same thing, gang bang, he ain't stock for bail (yeah)
Three in the back, two in the front
One in my lap, two in the trunk (gang, yeah)
Who got the K? I got the Drac
Glock wit' him, pulled in, lil' JID got pull, yeah
You better run, nigga, know you not safe
I'm from Bleveland, nigga, that was BK
Walkin' down Ave with that drac
This ol' kid, he got them mad up to here
Nigga mad that I got that pay
I'm gone, bitch, yeah (uh, look)
I'm from the East, look at the streets
Lookin' for peace, yeah
He was in a Nissan, never put the heat down
Givin' niggas beat down, yeah-yeah-yeah
Bitch comin' in the night like a thief when it's sleep time
He be on creep now, hell yeah (come here)
Said he finna feast now, hell yeah
They done let the beast out, hell yeah, hell yeah
Trippin', I gotta get out of the city
Lot of shit I been dealin' with makin' money, makin' enemies
My lots of time tick and tockin' until infinity
I'm feelin' fine, real good, I'm lookin' physically fortified
Fifty feet tall, a hundred wide
I jump high and run fast, a hundred miles
My nigga still in the hood, he just one of the guys
He gettin' sick of the bull, wanted a hundred thousand
And he be good, a hundred rounds, he hunted down
A bloodhound, I think that nigga a Blood now
He bang guns and take crumbs, he bugged out
Don't even try and show him another route
He been thuggin' it since a youngin'
You know that we seen it comin'
Since park ball days out in Wade Walker
Lil' shawty was poppin' off daily
Get mad, fight niggas, walkin' off crazy
Play with him and all he would say is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (uh)
You give me a show every time, you don't be bullshittin'
You said, what?
You give me a show every time, I fuck with you, on God
I know you, in the East, a real nigga, on my mama
You already know, bruh, I fuck with you, bruh
You give me a show every time