Return Of The Mack - Kevin Gates

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up

Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)

On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat

I took the pain and the ache when it came wit' it (Bang)

Gave you a little taste of fame and you changed wit' it

They told you not to fuck wit' me but you ain’t listen (Yes)

You used to fuck me all night and now you way different (Now you way different)

I see you starin' off in space like your brain missin'

I used to grip on your little waist while my chain glisten (Ooo)

In the mirror makin' faces my little thing in you

Come up and visit me in prison 'round the gang members (Gang)

I love to show you off 'cause you somethin' serious (Uh)

Who you be textin' all the time?

I’m just curious

Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)

On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat

Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah)

While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah)

I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it

used to be)

And baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up

Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)

On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat

Your lil' pussy feel expensive 'cause my teeth diamonds

Even ate ya on your rag, and I got pink diamonds

I’m a vampire

They be tellin' stories 'bout me 'round the campfire

I love it when you stand in front of me and whine for me

Used to feel all on your booty when we out in public

Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout our love?

I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we power it up

He must of told ya', he was 'bout to leave his wife for ya'

And y’all can run off, he forever be on side of you

Thinkin' that the grass is green, I know you tired of it

Then he ran off wit' your money, nigga lied to you

Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside

While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind

I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it

used to be)

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up

Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)

On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

I’m here, swaggin', pants saggin' and I’m powered up

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout how I love?

Breadwinner fly, I’m a big driver and I’m powered up

Sharin' moments, I never thought that you would turn on me

I really wanted you, but all you really want is surgery

Found out you still fuck with him, and bae, that hurted me

You can’t be lying, under oath, bae, that’s perjury

We hold at court, I’m convicting you of burglary

You stole my heart then ran off, you’d like to murder me

I swear when I heal off from this shit, bitch, I swear

I’ma shit on you

Return of the mack, bitch, I’m turnt on yo' ass

Bought my new bird a bag, while I skrrt in the Jagg

See I’m a giver, I got a big heart, and I like to love

But most people are lovers of themselves

Shit tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside

While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind

I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it

used to be)

Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?

I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up

Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)

On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat

(Turn to yo' senses)