No Slack in My Mack

Yeah, motherfucker, Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch
 Mr. Whoa Whoa, I see you
 Let's get this money, motherfucker
 Chocolate Milk, you heard me?
 Ayy
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 Ayy
 I got a lot of profits in my pocket
 I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it
 I'm cocky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects
 Treat your pussies like they're objects, you can never stop the progress
 Powder and some vegetables
 Trap game exceptional
 Commas and some decimals
 Leaking out my gastrointestinal
 Bitch, I'm a professional
 Bitch, I am invincible
 X-Men guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel
 Flamethrower fire make a player melt
 Steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt
 You can't save yourself
 Praying for your saviors help
 I'ma straight filet you and display you on my favorite shelf
 Ugly Mane, yeah you see the chain
 Yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my name
 I'm in that Chevy thang slinging banging run the game
 You can't even see me fuckboy, we are not the same
 I'm fly (Why's that?)
 I got money (Why's that?)
 There ain't no slack in my mack
 Got guns (Got guns)
 Got bread (Got bread)
 There ain't no slack in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 I'll play you mad motherfuckers
 I keep it Eddie Murphy
 Laying in the hood, yeah I'm dying where they birthed me
 I'ma gobble up these goblins and these goons like they turkey
 I'm spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy
 Swag like nicotine, can't get enough
 Plus I'm bad for your health boy I'm dangerous stuff
 Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts
 Not the innards of a dutch just a bag full of guts
 Balling on my mind, Kareem Abdula Oblongata
 Pull a Louie V and Prada
 Anything to get inside her
 Call my chopper easy-rider
 Call my dick the equalizer
 Call my phone I'm the supplier
 Call my bluff I'm not a liar
 You the liar when you're lying on your back
 With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack shit you said
 You can never attract cause you're dead
 I'm ripping you to shreds
 Ugly Mane is not right in the head
 I'm fly (Why's that?)
 I got money (Why's that?)
 There ain't no slack in my mack
 Got guns (Got guns)
 Got bread (Got bread)
 There ain't no slack in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack
 No slack, in my mack