El Maco
Producer Tag
"Lezter"

Chorus
I get the bag like I'm Tony Montana
Your bitch suck dick does she wanna soprana
That bitch ain't real she a Hannah Montana
I buy er' bracelet she callin' me Dada

Verse 1:
That bitch a eater got blue badge like Peter
I'm in the two seater crashed out with the heater
A fan in my lane I should probably, meet er'
How much do you make a year
Ask me in litres

Verse 2:
24,000 bitches, hangin' round, big dick rick
Looking at the cunts tryna take my place
And I laugh till I get fucking, sick sick sick
One day gonna walk through Rodeo
Paps gon' be taking, pic pic pics
Bouncy like a fuckin mattress
You can call me, Mick Mick Mick
Sick sick sick, Mick Mick Mick
Money on the line
I be, rich rich rich
Standing with Drake in the, six six six
Glasses of wine, gunna sip sip sip
Bitch she so fine make me, jip jip jip
You get in line for the, snip snip snip
Ice on my wrist make it, drip drip drip
Verse 3:
Drip on your face
Drip with disgrace
I fuck that bitch and I leave without trace
I stuck my cash in a fucking briefcase
I have a cunt here who'll tie on my lace
I don't play bass
I'm just a rapper
I can rhyme words
You're just a capper
I'm up at six
You're up at eleven
I'll be successful
You'll be in heaven

Midpoint:
El Maco is the best
Stands over all the rest
I look around the pond
See only my success
I won't accept no less
This my life I am blessed
I aim for this success
I'm better than the rest

Verse 4:
They call me El Maco for the hell of it
These other rappers can't fuck with me they Celibate
Asking me to sling dope I'll sell a bit
All these hating haters fucking jealous tits
Verse 5:
20 bands, 50 racks
6 of hearts, here's some jacks
Bitch down lane, pull up cacks
Late for work, lost me slacks
50 racks, 20 bands
Rapping game, in my hands
Don't complain here's me plans
Lick me arse, you're my stans

Verse 6:
Gonna ride round here in me fischer
Gonna drop that bitch I don't miss er'
Gonna go to a dump take pictures of Trump
Burn it down to the ground have a pisser
When I'm done tell that bitch that I miss er'
I'll return to me mind clearer picture
Then I'll walk to a lane going insane
Put myself in a bin till the shit stops

Verse 7:
"Lezzie"
Till the shit stops
Till my dick flops
Till I hit cops
With some big mops
Here some big pops
Hear this bitch sop
She can hit hops
With her big knocks
Ima mad thing
And you're a sad thing
You're a tayto
And I'm a mad king
You're a NATO
And I'm a NASA
You're a lion cub
And I'm Mufasa
Last Verse:
Haters looking for me you can ring my fuckin phone
My ringtone is your bitch, guess I can make her fuckin groan
Fucked her day and night and I made her fucking moan
I'm inside Noahs ark,you're outside on your own