Video Han Solo de John Mackk 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

John Mackk - Han Solo Lyrics

[Intro]
It get loose in this bitch
Okay
(Oh, it's Rokilly)
It’s John Mackk (Oh my God)

[Verse]
She hella mad, so she block me, she don't like me (She hella mad)
FaceTime with all my brothers, but it's cool, let ’em pipe it (Let 'em crack)
If I was mad, I wouldn't hide it (I wouldn't hide it)
She was chokin' on my dick, damn near had to do the Heimlich (She was chokin')
I'm one of one, you won't find it (Bitch, you won’t)
Yeah, it’s the future I can see, bitch, I'm psychic (And I’m Raven)
She's so mad I won't wife it (I won't wife)
Shit, I’m chasin' dreams, tell that ho to quit cryin' (Quit cryin')
Certified trapper, what I need (What I need)
Shit, she might be lactose, 'cause she ain't never got no cheese (Oh my God)
She broke, I'll give you what you please (What you please)
Baby 8 got air holes, I see it sparkin' when I squeeze (Grrah)
I'm somethin' that these people never seen (Never seen)
Shit, shit, it's probably why they hooked like Kareem (Yeah, they hooked)
Pimp Mackk, yeah, it kinda got a ring (Yeah, yeah)
Like, like, I say I'm every bitch dream (Brrt)
Finna get some new Diors just to show off (Just to show off)
No matter where we at, it's gon' be bitches tryna bogart (Oh my God)
I step in, I probably got on no call (Oh my God)
Yeah, yeah, shit, I'm really finna go off (Go off)
Brodie fucked her in a Tesla and he ain't keep her (He ain't keep her)
Please, brodie, she buggin', I wouldn't either (That bitch mad)
I was him back in school 'cause my demeanor (I was him)
On G's, I'm Han Solo, I fucked the teacher (Oh my God)
[Interlude]
Ain't no motherfuckin' Star Wars, nigga, the fuck you thought was, nigga? (Nigga, like, oh my God)
Oh my God
I swear to God these niggas— hah
Hey, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Nigga, nigga, nigga, yeah

[Outro]
Finna get some new Diors just to show off (Just to show)
No matter where we at, it's gon' be bitches tryna bogart (They tryna go)
I step in, I probably got on no call (Shout out brodie)
Yeah, yeah, shit, I'm really finna go off
Yeah, could you smell what I'm cookin'? It's The Rock
Look, brodie in the kitchen, residue all in the pots