Swang Ouija Macc (Ft. Kold-Blooded)

[Intro: Ouija Macc]
Ooh ooh hey close that door yuh yuh hey hey hey
Nah leave the blunt Nah leave the blunt in here
Yeah yea hey hey whut
Hol' up
Yay

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
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[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Ooh you ain't coming here to bleed ah
Ahh then I think you better leave ah
Ahh you ain't coming here to bleed ah
Aw then I think you better leave ah
Aw what up hoe
Whatup hoe damn right I flip the funky stuff
Ima trip off in this hoe
You gon' get a tetanus when I bust this rusty calico
San Antonio bitch remember my dicc like The Alamo
Trap phone in a hunnit pieces cause it blowing up
Better get the feature cause the fuccin' price going up
Uh you and your bitch licc my whole nuts
Plugnose poke that bitch throat til' she throw up
Snug nose pistol whip a busta when the club close
Should have never direspected thuggalugga lugga Lo's
Aw yuh
What the fucc are those
Those my fuccin' clothes why you think I'm snatching hoes
Blood on the dance floor
Bloond on my vans woah
Blood on pants woah
Blood on my hands woah
Now I got ya mans woah
Where'd ya baby momma go? You don't wanna know uh