Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like MacGyver , by - Azizi Gibson. Release date: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like MacGyver |
| I’m so fuckin' sick and tired |
| I get in and out the jam like MacGyver |
| Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor |
| Don’t ask me bitch, I’m not your supervisor |
| We don’t give a fuck, yeah you suck, that shit ain’t enough |
| You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up |
| We cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless |
| Yeah you think you hot, nigga (fuck you) |
| Man you different (duh) |
| A nigga needs his distance (get away) |
| Yeah he was cool before now you lookin' like some bitches |
| Yeah it’s just me and my dog and we lookin' like Tintin |
| I get in a world of science boutta open a dimension |
| God damn |
| 'Cause y’all idolize hoes, with your eyes closed |
| Elevation set the low |
| How the fuck we get here? |
| Bust a nut in your left ear so you know why we came here |
| Yup, know I gotta make my name here |
| Boutta change the name of all the damn reindeer |
| Have a holiday boutta celebrate every year |
| No fighting games but you know your boy top tier |
| Ooh, for the rush |
| Sorry fool I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give a fuck) |
| Who are you if you don’t know us? |
| It’s evident you’re someone no one trusts |
| I’m so fuckin' sick and tired |
| I get in and out the jam like MacGyver |
| Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor |
| Don’t ask me bitch, I’m not your supervisor |
| We don’t give a fuck, yeah you suck, that shit ain’t enough |
| You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up |
| We cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless |
| You think you hot, nigga (what?) |
| Rollin' a blunt on the highway |
| Oh did I mention it’s my strain |
| I ain’t got time for the mind games |
| Givin' me brain like a migraine |
| You can look but you can’t find me |
| You niggas never define me |
| I knew that I had it since 90' |
| It was your time and your times change |
| I lace up my boots and then I excel, might as well |
| Servin' that shit to my clientele, might as well |
| We all a product of try and fail |
| I got the dope it’s a fire sale |
| I hit the booth and leave fire trails |
| I got that shit that make iron melt |
| Tryna get Richie is Lionel |
| Rollin' my dope and fuck how you feel |
| I’m from Chicago it’s been a drill |
| I got some niggas still in the field, like the NFL |
| Yo new shit sound like a Benadryl |
| Yo girl hit me like, when we finna chill? |
| She kinda annoying, I hit it still |
| They said I would fail but I didn’t still |
| And now I’m caught up in a whirlwind |
| Go to sleep and wonder where the world went |
| If they on the path then I encourage them |
| We just out here young and fuckin' flourishing |
| Never been too proud to be American |
| But I guess it suits me 'cause I’m arrogant |
| Take your knee out like you Nancy Kerrigan |
| Gave a fuck before, I never care again, never care again |
| I’m so fuckin' sick and tired |
| I get in and out the jam like MacGyver |
| Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor |
| Don’t ask me bitch, I’m not your supervisor |
| We don’t give a fuck, yeah you suck, that shit ain’t enough |
| You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up |
| We cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless |
| You think you hot, nigga (what?) |
| Aye, y’all so fucking woke, still coppin' dimes |
| Boy, I know that you don’t want no smoke |
| No nine for real |
| Crack a seal we can take it slow, take a smoke |
| Ain’t no deuces nigga, this an invitational |
| They killin' niggas and they appetite is insatiable |
| We build up like Mason’s do |
| Penny brick and mortar, plenty Rick and Morty references |
| I know my dick is shorter in a parallel universe where little dicks are More |
| attractive than skin is important |
| I’m more proactive when things start to get bumpy anyway |
| They lump me in with conscious rappers |
| But I’m so much more than a preacher |
| Writer, teacher, learn to see the real |
| Don’t fall into the feature film trappin' |
| Know that niggas will act regardless, I’m hardly heartless |
| The passion is hardy and Euro steppin' like Harden |
| Flippin' through chapters of passport papers |
| Boarding charter boats and altered suits or author quotes like |
| «Drink more water,» you should try it |
| Nothing in this world like it, word to Keke Wyatt |
| I’m so fuckin' sick and tired |
| I get in and out the jam like MacGyver |
| Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor |
| Don’t ask me bitch, I’m not your supervisor |
| We don’t give a fuck, yeah you suck, that shit ain’t enough |
| You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up |
| We cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless |
| You think you hot, nigga (what?) |