"Mario Coins" lyrics
Yah, yah, yah
Fuck goin' on
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
100 round drum, bitch I look like the boogey-man
Break in yo' spot wit' some gloves, leave no fingerprint
I put my finger on the trig', I be fingerin'
Shoot off his head, what the fuck is he thinkin' wit'?
Shoot at yo' gang, give a fuck who you clickin' wit'
I got a beam and a flashlight as big as my stick
Pull up to the spot, whole gang on fuck shit
When I shoot the Drac it's gon' sound like a buckshot
2019, how they find a nigga mugshot?
Niggas ain't gang, swear these fuck niggas opp'd out
These niggas hoes, I'ma spin 'em in they crop top
Clutchin' on ya' phone, boy you know you ain't got Glock
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
Nigga got fye but they never go spin with that
If I'm havin' fye bitch you know I get lit wit' it
Jumped out the house with that stick in my bookbag
Hit him cross the head with the fye, he get whiplash
Put it on the scale 'cause a zip don't look like that
We gon' up first, we don't never get back
Too many sticks in the big black Cadillac
Gang on the other side, 10-4 roger that
Booked for a show I rock out like a rockin' chair
These fuck niggas washed up, nigga losin' hair
I got the stick at the show, brought a stick in it
These fuck niggas got personal blick in it
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
Yah, yah, fuck goin' on
Fuck goin' on
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
100 round drum, bitch I look like the boogey-man
Break in yo' spot wit' some gloves, leave no fingerprint
I put my finger on the trig', I be fingerin'
Shoot off his head, what the fuck is he thinkin' wit'?
Shoot at yo' gang, give a fuck who you clickin' wit'
I got a beam and a flashlight as big as my stick
Pull up to the spot, whole gang on fuck shit
When I shoot the Drac it's gon' sound like a buckshot
2019, how they find a nigga mugshot?
Niggas ain't gang, swear these fuck niggas opp'd out
These niggas hoes, I'ma spin 'em in they crop top
Clutchin' on ya' phone, boy you know you ain't got Glock
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
Nigga got fye but they never go spin with that
If I'm havin' fye bitch you know I get lit wit' it
Jumped out the house with that stick in my bookbag
Hit him cross the head with the fye, he get whiplash
Put it on the scale 'cause a zip don't look like that
We gon' up first, we don't never get back
Too many sticks in the big black Cadillac
Gang on the other side, 10-4 roger that
Booked for a show I rock out like a rockin' chair
These fuck niggas washed up, nigga losin' hair
I got the stick at the show, brought a stick in it
These fuck niggas got personal blick in it
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come fuck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no fuckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
Yah, yah, fuck goin' on
Writer(s): Unknown Writer
