
self made (2025) - mac critter lyrics
[intro]
yeah
self made, n*gga
no n*gga give me no handout n*gga
ain’t up under no n*gga d*ck pullin’ n*gga
for real
[repetition]
self made, made man, i’m my own man
need no n*gga to shoot for me, do my own spin
ain’t no n*gga recruitin’ with me, got my own bands
fly out the country, we change up the plans
three b*tches with me, they speak what they sayin’
[?]
threw the money, i be tryin’ not to think it
dope boy b*tch got a house on my pinky
she suckin’ d*ck, lookin’ at me, ain’t blinkin’
purple and yellow, you know what i’m drinkin’
pretty ho starin’, i know what she thinkin’
smashin’ the gas got me syncin’
these n*ggas money be shrinkin’
rolls royce, double r
ratchet b*tch, f*ck a star
ho f*ck with me, upgrade her car
confidential, don’t say what you saw
confidential, don’t say what you saw
chase or not, boy, you not gon’ get far
n*gga mad ’bout these b*tches, that’s all
spinnin’ for thead and bobby
spinnin’ for thead and bob
put a n*gga as in a wall
mixed match designer, i show some to y’all
lil’ n*gga come shoot out the back or you hogged
shot him in the face, gotta eat out of straws
still tryna rob, lil’ boy you ain’t 50
n*gga in a whole ‘nother state tryna diss me
sound like a b*tch
p*ssy boy, know you miss me
every time my check clear, i’ll buy more switches
self made, made man, i’m my own man
need no n*gga to shoot for me, do my own spin
ain’t no n*gga recruitin’ with me, got my own bands
fly out the country, we change up the plans
three b*tches with me, they speak what they sayin’
[?]
threw the money, i be tryin’ not to think it
dope boy b*tch got a house on my pinky
she suckin’ d*ck, lookin’ at me, ain’t blinkin’
purple and yellow, you know what i’m drinkin’
pretty ho starin’, i know what she thinkin’
smashin’ the gas got me syncin’
these n*ggas money be shrinkin’
rolls royce, double r
ratchet b*tch, f*ck a star
ho f*ck with me, upgrade her car
confidential, don’t say what you saw
confidential, don’t say what you saw
chase or not, boy, you not gon’ get far
n*gga mad ’bout these b*tches, that’s all
spinnin’ for thead and bobby
spinnin’ for thead and bob
put a n*gga as in a wall
mixed match designer, i show some to y’all
lil’ n*gga come shoot out the back or you hogged
shot him in the face, gotta eat out of straws
still tryna rob, lil’ boy you ain’t 50
n*gga in a whole ‘nother state tryna diss me
sound like a b*tch
p*ssy boy, know you miss me
every time my check clear, i’ll buy more switches
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