Bài hát Major Distribution Báo Lỗi

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no

Major distribution

Man, my label on my dick, for real

Fuckin' with your friend

And she ain't tell you

Y'all ain't shit, for real

I've been out here crushin' on success

Now she my bitch, for real

You say I'm persuasive, girl

But you can't spell that shit, for real

Hmm, hmm, in this mansion

I'm Macaulay Culkin

Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer

Know you're tired

We just did dinner for three hours

Lyin' to me all night

Buyin' Benz Benzes out of spite

Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light

Simple price to keep 'em out my life

Booby Trap, we need a business office

Magic City need a business office

Twenty-nine, I keep a business office

I'm in lovе with Houston, Dallas, Austin

Tell your guys to hold off on the team

Changеd

Seem like they may need money for coffins

Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee

Text me on the signal, don't call me

Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me

Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery

Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey

Hmm, hmm, yeah

Major distribution how I pop it

Mention me to be the hottest topic

Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay

Nigga tried to play this shit light

Play it cool, play me like I'm sweet

Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch

Say she miss the golds in my teeth

4L shit, know we stepping

Y'all should get to funeral preparing

SF90, this is not McLaren

Make an IG model run my errands

He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents

Stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis

Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances

Wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas

Ever seen somebody get shot

Lot of shit I seen before the top

I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock

Fuck the trish, I'd rather sip the wock

Lot of things I do to stay alive

Everythin' except for call the cops

Savage still let his gun pop

FOX five gang, get you knocked

Major distribution, labels calling

Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery

My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a body

We was face to face

You could've shot me

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay