Mac

Call me Mac Cracker, true hooter looter in the street

See a low-cut top and my mouth start to preach

Got a lower back attacker stance, grip her by the jeans

Bent her over in the stairwell, told the camera “no scenes”

Security guard making rounds. we just laugh and go mute

Panties in my pocket, her skirt still zipped ‘cause we cute

Public thrill got her dripping, adrenaline in her throat

I’m a menace in the daylight, give her pipe on a lunch brake.

Freely fukking. people watching, she biting Me and her sleeve.

I’m a lower back attacker, make her arch ‘til she weak.

She like “we gon’ get caught” mac cracker say “that’s half the rush” He

Kiss her neck, smack her ass, let the whole world hush. Mac dingus attack. Mr mac cracker.

I’m a Mac Cracker, hooter looter, public proof. Lower back attacker, mac got her shaking in the booth. Bathroom stall, rooftop, backseat, park bench too. If it’s got a view, baby, I’ma make it view you. Im Mac Cracker, hooter looter, that’s the brand Lower back attacker. leave your panties on my head.

He call me his hooter looter ‘cause he live in my shirt. Hands full of my chest while he’s putting in work. Lower back attacker got me folded on the rail. Club balcony, city lights, and I’m about to wail. DJ playing loud but my moans playing louder. He don’t care who see he a crowd-pleaser, crowd-devourer

Parking garage, concrete cold on my knees He behind me like a felon, making bail out of these. Sneak into the movies, last row, no previews. He unzipping all my rules while the screen’s turning blue. Public sex adrenaline, I’m addicted to the fear. Mac Cracker got me leaking, don’t care who can hear

That's what the M. A.C. be likely with your mommy. A tru hooter looter. Booty bandit. I garonte he had it was all up in it. That mother fukker. Ma ma mac cra cra cra cra cra cra crack crack crack crack cracker mac cracker riot voodoo music. I be that mother fukker. Mr to ya sir. Mac cracker.

whispered . Shhh… security coming…

laughs. You gonna stop? Hell nah, keep drumming

I’m a Mac Cracker, hooter looter, public proof. Lower back attacker, got her shaking in the booth. Bathroom stall, rooftop, backseat, park bench too . If it’s got a view, baby, I’ma make it view you . Mac Cracker, hooter looter, that’s the brand . Lower back attacker — leave your prints on my hands

We don’t do bedrooms — too basic, too tame We want wind, we want risk, we want someone to say our name

So call the cops, call your friends, call it what you want Mac Cracker the hooter looter — public till we don’t