Mac & Cheese Songtext
von Izaya Tiji

Brr, aye
′Course I got the check
'Course I brought my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zay," yeah
Scared to talk to you, I don′t know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin' spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit 'cause I′m not entertained, yeah
Call up Bri′, go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah


A.R. beat it, boom-bop
I just need the guwap
Might just cop some moonrock
These Giusseppe, watch me moonwalk
It get flipped, yeah, that's a full
Bro you fucking with them tools, bruh
Saved your brother from them shooters
And we slide on bro we know he boo′d up
Ooh, you had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his Crocs on
Let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeah, then turn the FOX on
AR-47 fry yo' head just like a hot comb
Broke boy couldn′t get no GTC, he tried to box tho
Whippin' out this mazi
Brodie sippin Quali′
I feel safer with them choppers
Feel like I'm the trending topic
Fucked this bad hoe, got the top bit
He can't see, ayy, made the top lift
With no delay make the chop rip
I′m like PK like to fire shit
I′m like BK like to fry shit, baby
Whats your favourite color diamonds?
On vacay, can't tell where I′m is
Ayy bro, what the time is?
Yeah he just got like five heads
Got twins on dick, they Siamese

Brr, aye
'Course I got the cheque
′Course I brought my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zay," yeah
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin′ spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit cus I'm not entertained, yeah
Call up Bri', go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah


Yeah, I got some hittas, they be making cheese
And I been through shit that you cannot believe
Cooking crack up with no mask, might turn you to a fiend
Lost my brother to the percs, they call that shit OD
Buts it′s homicidal
Stacking up big racks, it′s stacking like the Eiffel
Run up, meet the Glock, or you might meet the rifle
When I sober up, I start getting suicidal
So I just smoke the dope
And my shorty bad, she a throat goat
Choppas in this bitch, they in the floorboards
Can't tell you where it is, just bring me more lo′s

Brr, aye
'Course I got the cheque
′Course I brought my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zay," yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin' spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit cus I′m not entertained, yeah