"May May" lyrics
Street nigga, mm
Yeah, real street nigga
Phew (Yeah), nigga, I'm a real street nigga
Can't come and eat with you (Iced Up Records)
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Hmm)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Yeah)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Throw it up)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Keep it P like Money Mike, that's why the 'Rari green
OTD get my money right with my lil' Barbie thing (Hmm)
Hit the function sippin' mud, I'm in a car on lean
Yeah, yellow Forgiats look like RPCs (Ooh)
Every time we ran a route, we took the panels out
'Fore it was the Megabus, we sent the rentals out (Hmm)
So many hundreds in my pocket, I could hand 'em out (Phew, phew)
Whack a nigga on his birthday, we blow his candle out (Ah)
Niggas couldn't take the heat, they had to white-flag it (Flag)
I'm the nigga that the streets named that ice after (That ice)
Pull my fuckin' chain out, look like a light flash
Pour some mud up and pop a Xanny just to nightcap (Hmm)
Yeah, real pint master, bitch, I like trappin' (Yeah)
Dance on that white magic, bitch, I'm Mike Jackson (Huh)
These pussy niggas get indicted and go mice after
Why you think the feds hit the plane soon as the flight landed?
Tired of fuckin' talkin' 'bout these rats, I'd rather talk about my wrist (Phew)
Make sure you say it's certified when you talk about my kitchen (Yeah)
Shit, it's only me and mud when you talkin' 'bout the six
I done made a couple hits just from talkin' 'bout the hit
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Tech)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Huh)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes (Skrrt)
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Tech)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Huh)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes (Skrrt)
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Street nigga, mm
Yeah, real street nigga
Phew, nigga, I'm a real street nigga
Can't come and eat with you
Yeah, real street nigga
Phew (Yeah), nigga, I'm a real street nigga
Can't come and eat with you (Iced Up Records)
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Hmm)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Yeah)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Throw it up)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Keep it P like Money Mike, that's why the 'Rari green
OTD get my money right with my lil' Barbie thing (Hmm)
Hit the function sippin' mud, I'm in a car on lean
Yeah, yellow Forgiats look like RPCs (Ooh)
Every time we ran a route, we took the panels out
'Fore it was the Megabus, we sent the rentals out (Hmm)
So many hundreds in my pocket, I could hand 'em out (Phew, phew)
Whack a nigga on his birthday, we blow his candle out (Ah)
Niggas couldn't take the heat, they had to white-flag it (Flag)
I'm the nigga that the streets named that ice after (That ice)
Pull my fuckin' chain out, look like a light flash
Pour some mud up and pop a Xanny just to nightcap (Hmm)
Yeah, real pint master, bitch, I like trappin' (Yeah)
Dance on that white magic, bitch, I'm Mike Jackson (Huh)
These pussy niggas get indicted and go mice after
Why you think the feds hit the plane soon as the flight landed?
Tired of fuckin' talkin' 'bout these rats, I'd rather talk about my wrist (Phew)
Make sure you say it's certified when you talk about my kitchen (Yeah)
Shit, it's only me and mud when you talkin' 'bout the six
I done made a couple hits just from talkin' 'bout the hit
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Tech)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Huh)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes (Skrrt)
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Acty, Quagen, Trishy, and Tech (Tech)
Throw your hood up, nigga, bang your whole set (Huh)
May-May, Rover, Lambos, 'Vettes (Skrrt)
Really boom shit, niggas stand on wreck
Street nigga, mm
Yeah, real street nigga
Phew, nigga, I'm a real street nigga
Can't come and eat with you
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo
