Major Distribution Song Details:
Major Distribution Lyrics
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real
Fuckin’ with your friend and she ain’t tell you, y’all ain’t shit, for real
I’ve been out here crushin’ on success, now she my bitch, for real
You say I’m persuasive, girl, but you can’t spell that shit, for real
Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I’m Macaulay Culkin
Paid in full, I’m Mekhi Phifer
Know you’re tired, we just did dinner for three hours
Lyin’ to me all night
Buyin’ Benz Benzes out of spite
Paid a hundred, ran up somethin’ light
Simple price to keep ’em out my life
Booby Trap, we need a business office
Magic City needs a business office
Twenty-nine, I keep a business office
I’m in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell your guys to hold off on the team
Changеd, seem like they may need money for coffins
Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee
Text me on the signal, don’t call me
Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it’s a robbery
Five hundred million, just for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop it
Mention me to be the hottest topic
Same place you singin’, bitch, you shoppin’
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
Nigga tried to play this shit lightly, play it cool, play me like I’m sweet
Fuckin’ on an opp nigga bitch, say she misses the golds in my teeth
4L shit, know we steppin’, y’all should get to funeral preparin’
SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model to run my errands
He gon’ miss and we gon’ spin his parents, stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
Shoot his feet, got him doin’ dances, wiggin’ niggas as I played at Kansas
Ever seen somebody get shot? A lot of shit I saw before the top
I ain’t tryna wrestle like The Rock, fuck the trash, I’d rather sip the work
Lot of things I do to stay alive, everythin’ itself a colored car
Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked
Major distribution, labels callin’, Harry Styles numbers, it’s a robbery
My niggas go insane to catch a body, we were face to face, you could’ve shot at me
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay