★ intro ★ Grah grah Said she like my gun, buck buck Lil' bitch tryna have my son, buck buck Spvtnik Grah grah boom, nigga Free dot, free naz Rackz, rackz, rackz Ldot!
★ chorus ★ Spinnin' blocks, but you already know this Name a gun that jay5ive wasn't totin' Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem Bro in the paint tryna ball like derozan Uppin' on who? he better blow it 'cause i'll be the type make a fuck nigga focus They can't name a time where jay fever ain't throwin' I ain't tryna hop out this v, it ain't stolen He get shot tryna play with my jet They mentionin' nay, they gettin' me upset Like i ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech Likе i ain't the one who doin' shit correct Ldotty, go tap your nеck The wash niggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench Niggas popped, like, show more than 10 I run up a check and spend it with my friends ★ verse ★ On the- on the bros, word to bro, i get gritty She know who i am, keep tryna throw me kitty Go- go deeper, fuck on her kidneys She want me to sign a broom up on her titty Bro buggin', bag off the stimmies Like, i'm gettin' tired of wearin' straight amiris Rackz buggin', hittin' 150 I cannot get caught, they already know i'm grippy Gun barkin', trigger, it miss me 'cause it keep on askin', "fever, could you flick me?" Straight bussin', bitch, you won't get me 'cause i'm in my thoughts, i'm thinkin' about mini Start buggin', this not a renty Like, this just the v, you hop out or get busy She frontin', she know the vibes And she gon' fuck me even if i miss you On the block with the jets, gotta fly that We don't backtrack, we do not sidetrack If he miss that, he cannot hide that And bro got his back, he tryna go apply that I'm the type who won't ask where the ride at Don't you ask 'bout a bitch, i'm inside that Know a block who cannot get they guys back They ain't never the type to go and ask where 5ive at I was on blocks, i ain't need a tutor, word to my deads i did not need a torment Ain't need nobody to teach me to shoot, word to my deads, i was outside performin' Talkin' 'bout high school, shit gettin' borin' Like, i got a passion for flickin' out the foreign They ain't give me umbrellas or hugs when it's stormin' Jay5ive tellin' fever "ain't nobody fallin'" On the block with the gun in my backpack Put the g to his face and ask him where the bag at Yellin' out "ewok", where the makks at? The first to say it back the first to be a hashtag Where the plugs at? where the stash at? I don't care if it's fetty, brodie better grab that And them opp niggas, niggas mad fast So don't bring 'em up 'cause niggas doin' mad bad ★ chorus ★ Spinnin' blocks, but you already know this Name a gun that jay5ive wasn't totin' Bend back around, put the beam on his bronem Bro in the paint tryna ball like derozan Uppin on who? he better blow it 'cause i'll be the type make a fuck nigga focus They can't name a time where jay fever ain't throwin' I ain't tryna hop out this v, it ain't stolen He get shot tryna play with my jet They mentionin' nay, they gettin' me upset Like i ain't the one that's throwin' out this tech Like i ain't the one who doin' shit correct Ldotty, go tap your neck The wash niggas cryin' 'cause you on that bench Niggas popped, like, show more than 10 I run up a check and spend it with my friends
★ outro ★ Buck buck Said she like my, buck buck Buck buck
Song Description:
The song "Macaroni Time" by Jay5ive is a gritty and intense track that showcases the rapper's aggressive flow and hard-hitting lyrics. The chorus talks about spinning blocks and always being armed, with references to specific guns and a sense of bravado. The verses delve into themes of street life, with Jay5ive rapping about his experiences on the block, his prowess with guns, and his loyalty to his crew. The outro maintains the tough and unapologetic tone of the song, leaving listeners with a sense of danger and intensity. Overall, "Macaroni Time" is a raw and powerful track that captures the essence of street rap.
Jay5ive - Ldot not kummin home {intro} Free {?}, free {?}hound, free {?}hound, free kapp9, free {?} Like, (free the flyers) But now i know, i'm better sleeping
Jay5ive - Lamar Bop Oh they think she gon' line me? Watch her not, like Watch how she give up the box Pop out the cut I'm like, "Bro watch" How? I threw a shot after
Jay5ive - Stop Dissin (Verse 1: Jay5ive) Ayo Jay, why they dissin' the block Noah, Nazzy, Jah Loc, Boxed Bend the Sev' tryna up it and flock like How many niggas got dropped I tell Sdot to
Jay5ive - DOAK Oh he think she gon' line me? He dumb Oh she live on the opps? Fuck it, I'm tryna rump Bae I'm comin', just me and my gun It's a beam on the blick, where the fuck
Jay5ive - Free Da Sweeps Pt. 2 {Intro} (Oh) (Your love is,) Glahh (Your love is,) Better get out the- (Your love is toxic, Ditty, we bouta be rich, baby) Cause I’m tryna rump (Your love is,)
Jay5ive - Hazard Lights Pt III {intro} We love you jayherb Denzo {verse} Like, i'm 'bout to catch you I brought my broom so don't 'bout who swept you Got
Jay5ive - I'm Back {intro} Graah, graah Ttgz do— Bitch, i'm back Like, graah, graah Better get out the way Better get out the way Graah, graah, graah-graah
Jay5ive - Pt 4 Hazard Lights {intro} Graah, graah Yo bro, that's them right there Graah, graah Go get with that nigga Kezii Graah, graah Free sdot go, word to my deads nigga
Jay5ive - Toxic {verse} Oh he think she gon line me? he dumb Wait she live on the opps? fuck it, i'm tryna rump Bae, i'm coming, just me and my gun It's a beam on the blick,
Jay5ive - Open Mic Freestyle Pt. 2 {Intro} Grah Grah, grah Zajbeatz, baby No more free me, nigga Grah, grah You better get out the- Like, you better get out the way Grah, grah