Lyrics:
Gimme the pussy you I'm mac Bitches them call me energy pack
You should relax ain't going to rat
Soon as I say that she call me a Snack
Pussy got wet
Turned up with Mac Miller (Turned up with Mac Miller)
Pimp C up in the back, he got his own booth
Him and Big Hawk sippin' (laid back, big sippin')
Mac
up in the place
Not a stain on his shirt
Don't try to jack, or things'll get worse
You don't really wanna see
This mac 10 emerge
Might be at a bar,
jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
By
pour up or rap witchu
I keep the Mac no computer
I walk around with a shooter
Imma smoke you like a hookah
Walk up on me imma do you rich Verse
Bridge
doubt
They'll catch his ass slipping at his grandma house
They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coupe
'Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
self, I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo,
Thug Cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz
I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're
[Chorus]
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em
Tears and fears for my peers, they
tell that this a hit, until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction man (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips
I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back,
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
self, I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo,
entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly .9's and MAC's
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard
down with the king
Get down with the king, king
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men
And Mac Mall's here, homey that can move the crowd
So what the deal with you nigga, you could cross the town
Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no
[Mac Minista]
There's a scripture in the Mac Bible that says
'He that trusts a ho, shall surely be broke'
'Pressure busts a pipe that make water run
background
Try and stick me I'll fill your back with MAC rounds
Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross
on my mama
Ayy, homeboy, while you at it
Gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
Big Mac, 'cause this MAC-10 fo' life
Can I roll wit you?
Come
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
the wind I never blew it
(They say!)
I swayed but kept in my lane
They call me fleetwood mac
I'm a mac with a mac with a fleet
Still getting royalties
the MAC (stay with the MAC)
I got a bitch for every week and all my bitches freaks
I got a bitch for every day of the week (woo, woo)
I got a brick for
the task here
Quick as a lighting I fucking shot that ass up
Well, rugged and rough that's how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
I
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