Fatt Macc – Vacuum Seals

Vacuum Seals - Fatt Macc Lyrics / Turn that shit off bruh / (Mike Gotti This Shit Stupid) / Turn that shit off bruh / On God / That seal done turnt / Me up / We in the Trap right now nigga /

Fatt Macc – Vacuum Seals
Vacuum Seals - Fatt Macc Lyrics

Turn that shit off bruh

(Mike Gotti This Shit Stupid)

Turn that shit off bruh

On God

That seal done turnt

Me up

We in the Trap right now nigga

On God

My Trap do stupid number bae watch them cameras it might be the folks

Ion’ Know this bihh from a can of paint but

She might be the goat

Her ass stupid fat she toting a load

Don’t mind hittin’ the road

Double vacuum seal them bitches stank

Hope they don’t pull her over

Triple vacuum seal it ain’t no way

I still smell the aroma

Hundred’s turkey bags up in a day barely

Put some on them

I just made a ten up off a play I charged

A extra hundred

Ain’t no way in hell them niggas hatin’

Thеy ain’t getting no money

Took the fivе percent up off the Benz

Let them see me stunt

Take them Moissanite up out your shit

That ain’t VS ones

That food saver turnt me to the man with out you

I ain’t nothing

I just vacuum seal two hundred of them bitches save myself some money

Nominate me trapper of the year my shit

Jump out the gym

Know I still go back to the hood my

Jugg love me still

Crazy that they shot me in my head and

I ain’t shed a tear

Same night I had lil uhh spinning

They ain know I lived

Talking to the plug let’s get back to it im

Just glad im here

Same day he had the bitches landing

Like he Holyfield

I can’t even lie that food saver the

Reason why im here

Ain gone lie I still believe in god

But I know it is

Took a ratchet bitch up out the hood

Now she doing good

Take that white girl throw it in that uh

That’s how you know it’s him

Every time I come back from the farm

I put my people on

He say he ain’t coming off that block he say that’s

Where he belong

I was on that block like everyday my

Plays take me home

Posted up with some real robbers the

J’s will take some from ya’

Boy your life ain’t worth a gram of heart the

Jail shake some for me

Niggas on the street go to jail

They buddy buddy

Ain’t clicking up with Nan’ nigga I still a

Quake that button

Riding with two switches don’t give a fuck I still gotta’

Raise my boy

Solo riding with that dogshit I dare you

Take some from me

Ima’ tell the DA I was scared I ain’t

Have no choice

Them Niggas lied they said trapping was dead

He must ain’t have no source

Bro just called me bout’ pair of shoes but he ain’t

Tryna cop no Jordan’s

I be making plays all in the bed dreaming bout

Traps and stuff

I can’t even make this bitch that

Seal turnt me up