"MAKKA" lyrics
fakemink, Ecco2k & Mechatok Lyrics
The drama story again
Smoking in the kitchen
Drop the keys onto the street
Don't you wanna see how it ends?
(Guess it's Mecha on the—)
I'm only twenty, but it feels like plenty
Man, I still get blown, but I don't sip Henny
I'm layin' in the back of the Maybach Benny
2025, yeah, my jeans still Hedi
This is paint, not blood, I ain't feelin' pain
I'm sippin' syrup, smokin' up, I feel it in my brain
Try dress like me, we are not the same
I'm a winner, man, this rap shit is a fuckin' game
You ain't killing shit, bitch, you a fuckin' lame
I got my old haters screamin' my fuckin' name
Yeah, your bitch an animal, you need to fuckin' tame her
I'm really ballin', like I'm PSG Neymar (La-la-la-la)
I dance in the rain, I sleep when it's daytime (La-la-la)
Bottega, you don't know what it feels like
Hesitate, I only do it when it feels right
Gelignite, you know I really gotta smoke, right
Skinny bitch, she itty-bitty coke line (La-la-la-la)
She want my coat 'cause she cold in the moonlight
We lock eyes, both know that's the mood's right
Snow White in a black coat, red light
The drama story again (Na-na-na)
Smoking in the kitchen
Drop the keys onto the street
Don't you wanna see how it ends?
Left a hole in the room
Nothing to remember you
Only a trail of perfume
Wonder if I could here again?
(Guess it's Mecha on the beat)
N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup
I'm really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up
W-walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh
I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Mon—
N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup
I'm really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up
Walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh
I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Montana
T-Tiff' on my bracelet, sniff, need a break quick
Chewin' this gum, but I still fuckin' taste it
I know it ain't a race, but I'm first fuckin' place, bitch
I know you ain't the one, yeah, I see it in your face, bitch
My new money look like old money (La-la-la-la)
Cosplaying motherfuckers got no money (La-la-la-la)
People really try and buy taste, and they can't (La-la-la-la)
Man, you have it, or you don't, yeah, it's sad, but it's so funny
I got that white all in me, feel like snow bunny (La-la-la-la)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runny (White, white, white)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my— white, white, uh (La-la-la-la)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runnin'
Smoking in the kitchen
Drop the keys onto the street
Don't you wanna see how it ends?
(Guess it's Mecha on the—)
I'm only twenty, but it feels like plenty
Man, I still get blown, but I don't sip Henny
I'm layin' in the back of the Maybach Benny
2025, yeah, my jeans still Hedi
This is paint, not blood, I ain't feelin' pain
I'm sippin' syrup, smokin' up, I feel it in my brain
Try dress like me, we are not the same
I'm a winner, man, this rap shit is a fuckin' game
You ain't killing shit, bitch, you a fuckin' lame
I got my old haters screamin' my fuckin' name
Yeah, your bitch an animal, you need to fuckin' tame her
I'm really ballin', like I'm PSG Neymar (La-la-la-la)
I dance in the rain, I sleep when it's daytime (La-la-la)
Bottega, you don't know what it feels like
Hesitate, I only do it when it feels right
Gelignite, you know I really gotta smoke, right
Skinny bitch, she itty-bitty coke line (La-la-la-la)
She want my coat 'cause she cold in the moonlight
We lock eyes, both know that's the mood's right
Snow White in a black coat, red light
The drama story again (Na-na-na)
Smoking in the kitchen
Drop the keys onto the street
Don't you wanna see how it ends?
Left a hole in the room
Nothing to remember you
Only a trail of perfume
Wonder if I could here again?
(Guess it's Mecha on the beat)
N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup
I'm really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up
W-walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh
I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Mon—
N-n-noddin' off the Makka, I ain't callin' backup
I'm really smokin' flavors in Bottega, got my bag up
Walk into the store, ain't even lookin' at the tag, uh
I'm really livin' two lives, Hannah Montana
T-Tiff' on my bracelet, sniff, need a break quick
Chewin' this gum, but I still fuckin' taste it
I know it ain't a race, but I'm first fuckin' place, bitch
I know you ain't the one, yeah, I see it in your face, bitch
My new money look like old money (La-la-la-la)
Cosplaying motherfuckers got no money (La-la-la-la)
People really try and buy taste, and they can't (La-la-la-la)
Man, you have it, or you don't, yeah, it's sad, but it's so funny
I got that white all in me, feel like snow bunny (La-la-la-la)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runny (White, white, white)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my— white, white, uh (La-la-la-la)
Yeah, that white, white, white, got my nose runnin'
