Lil Keed, Gunna - Mack 11 lyrics

YoungBoy Brown, on my kid!

Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent
I ain't asking questions
I don't care what he did
I ain't trippin' we go to
War with these riches than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains

Yeah, me and Wunna a whole 'nother wave
Told you before, ain't gon' tell you again
Load up the truck
We gon' come where you stay
If we can't find you
We gon' hit up the friends

Hit up the friends (Hit up)
I pay a bounty to hunt down your kids
Icy the climate, it blow like the wind
She suck that dick, leave the nut on her chin
All in LA with the big body Bent
Curtain in the back, I don't need any tint
The rent
I spotted the Ritz, I really got rich
Please take a look at my wrist
Hot boy diamonds, they trickle like this
(Hot boy)
Gold Sky Dweller same color the cris
I go with your bitch to eat at Ruth Chris
Yeah, now I'm in LA with a house on the hills
Crib in Bel Air, you can call me uncle Phil
Known to keep it real
I don't care how you feel
I hit a hater talking
Nigga aww that's a kill
How my niggas ride like the Cadillac de Ville
Hang with the known to always keep it real
Love the shopping feel
I been dripping, now it spill

Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent
I ain't asking questions
I don't care what he did
I ain't trippin' we go to
War with these riches than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains

Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent
I ain't asking questions
I don't care what he did
I ain't trippin' we go to
War with these riches than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains