Artist: OG Maco f/ Larry June Album: Top Shelf (S) Song: Top Shelf Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm dumbin' through a jet Got the pack, betta have it, cause a nigga need em bands Roll the backpack boy, 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, ate away on the B I'm from the muthafuckin' bay, we don't smoke no dummer weed Bitch hit me on my trap, all is good Don't hit me on my iPhone, bitch ya know that I look 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' [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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' embassy is lit, cool, I been fuckin' on yo bitch Free mind, but the game locked, a hot summer with me and Drew 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 suck tweet, niggas fool like bird meat Chirp chirp, shootin'.3s, young mat on the whiskey Dolla buildin', my calm flimsy, syrrup sippin', I'm not tipsy This a grown man, that Walt Disney I'm OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young nigga, brought thrill back Lived open, I spit crack [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] Cracked the seal on a brick, so I'm leanin' out I got peas on the loud, do you need a pack? Shoes stringin' and the mackin', we 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 to [?] it 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 But my real nigga, you frontin' Fuck the police and the DA, I ain't pullin' ova, I'm runnin' Spent 400 for these wild threes, I neva do the true religion [Chorus] 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