Top Songs By Mak Sauce
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mak Sauce
Performer
Stunna 4 Vegas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Lynch
Composer
Khalick Caldwell
Composer
Collin Woolford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
heydexter
Producer
Travis Pearly
Recording Engineer
Greg Eliason
Assistant Engineer
Rashad Muhammad
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Today's a lovely day
Mak Sauce
Today's a lovely day so I
Put a extendo inside of my gun
I can say ****, I swear that he done
Pew, pew, look at him run
Drop my top, the feel of the sun
[Verse 2]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go slide on my opps
Put one in your tummy and one in your top
Catch that boy lackin', I pull out then pop
Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said?
Tell me again, I probably didn't hear you clearly
I'm 'bout to pop you then you're dead
[Verse 3]
I put a knife on the end of my stick
I tape a clip to the end of the clip (Bow, bow)
**** block got spent
His homie got killed and he ain't do shit
[Verse 4]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go and get me some cake
Put a opp on false, put dick in his bae
Know I'm poppin' his top if he get in my way
Get a drop on him in LA where he stay
My lil' bro locked down, say he buildin' a shank
I was down bad, had to make some shake
Fuck **** be mad 'cause I do what he can't
[Verse 5]
I'm havin' racks in a safe, greet me by my name
When I walk in the bank, uh
I'm havin' Glocks and K's, I won't drop the ball
I go hard in the paint
I'ma drop him off then move out the way
Come do like cube, make 'em move out the way
He make breaking news if he do the wrong thing
Ain't duckin' or tuckin' a chain, on game
[Verse 6]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go and get me some bread
Fuck **** playin', I'm makin' his bed
Talkin' his talk and we bustin' his head
We gonna turn his whole block in the street
Catch me an op, he stressed
My **** slime like stretch
We up the score, we ain't duckin' no wreck
[Verse 7]
Mak Sauce
Pussy ass boy, we ain't duckin' no wreck
Put two in his back, put one in his top
Stick pop, pop, MJ get crossed
**** play, get flipped, **** play, get popped
Fuck with my squad, that's a whole lot of bricks
Got a beam on the stick, man bet I don't miss
She can suck and fuck, when she fuck I duck
For the fuck, I must, ****, play, get popped
[Verse 8]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go and get a fuck boy wet
Pretty lit off a cup, little boy can't aim
**** that got me mad, ****, pay respect
**** play, we crash, MJ, man, he pull up
In the set, go dead
He push that button, pull up on his block
Bustin', knew **** wasn't on nothing
[Verse 9]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go slide on my op
Put one in your tummy and one in your top
Catch that boy lackin', I pull out then pop
Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said?
Tell me again, I probably didn't hear you clearly
I'm 'bout to pop you then you're dead
Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on
[Verse 10]
Good afternoon, it is a lovely day
To go slide on my op
Put one in your tummy and one in your top
Catch that boy lackin', I pull out then pop
Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said?
Tell me again, I probably didn't hear you clearly
I'm 'bout to pop you then you're dead
Motherfuckin' wet
Written by: Collin Woolford, Khalick Caldwell, Malik Lynch, heydexter