Top Shelf - Larry June, OG Maco

I’m in the A, I hit a lick, now I’m thumbin through a check

Got the pack, betta have it, cause a nigga need em bands

Roll the, then I hit the Shmurda Dance

I got so many hoes, I got a different phone for them

I’m a pimp, I’m a Mac, I’m a muthafuckin' G

Made a bitch round one, fucked a bitch round three

OGG, TFM, 808 on the beatnn

I’m from the muthafuckin' bay, we don’t smoke no bamma weed

Bitch hit me on my trap phone it’s good

Don’t hit me on my iPhone, bitch ya know that I’m the good

Got niggas in the deal, shout out Neil, that’s my cause

I’m a real street nigga, didn’t change up fo' nothin'

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

I’m in Cali, ain’t no bad bitch, just that fire piff and dank

I been runnin' round the country now my roaches in L. A

I been kickin in the Bay, couple boxes on the way

Trackin' numbers, say its lit, cool, back to fuckin' on yo bitch mmhm

Free mind, but the game locked, its a hot summer with me and June

Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh

Muthafuck what my haters say, we ain’t neva seen eye to eye

Oh, you bad cause you subtweet, niggas food like bird meat

Chirp chirp, shootin'.3s, young Mac Nowitzki

buildin', my cup flimsy, syrrup sippin', I’m not tipsy

This a grown man, that Walt Disney

I’m OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young nigga, brought trill back

Lived dope, I spit crack

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Cracked the seal on a brick, so I’m leanin' out

I got peas of the loud, do you need a pack?

Shoes string around the mac', and it hold 30 rounds

You a fake nigga, so ya neva heard of that

Meet me in the projects, at the candy house

Did a play for a nig', bout the cannon out

Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout

Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout

My money long, my bitch bad

I do this shit cause it’s nothin'

I don’t do coke, I break hoes

I’m a real nigga, you frontin'

Fuck the police and the DA, I ain’t pullin' ova, I’m runnin'

Spent 400 for these Y3s, I neva do the true religion

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf

Money pillin' up like a car wreck

We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass

Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress