ZOTiYAC - MAC 11 lyrics

I think it's 1, 8, aye, hm

1, 8, 7 brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
Bitch without a question
I tote wops, Smith & Wessons
And lose 'em like a best friend
And i walk with my weapon
Cuz these niggas not my brethren

I Just hopped up off the plane
And I smell like a zip
I can't stress this shit enough
These niggas text me like my bitch
Aye, just hit up the gun plug
He got straps as sexy as my bitch, aye
My dough for the low
'cause niggas know I'm next
Up in this bitch
We leave with some hoes 'cause we whipped
Out the Lexus in this bitch
I'm finna deboyo a nigga, boy, Give me
Yo' net-list, So It get clipped, aye
Yo' homies with Rico, we found out
Get reckless in this bitch
Lil' mama Nemo, I think she
Wettest out this bitch, nigga
Watch where you steppin', You will get left
You don't play this shit right
We pull up and Crash with
Them lasers and pipes
Pop out the cut, BBW, with me
She pointin' that new PDW
My girl pull up, new BMW
She throwin' bullets like sheets
That ain't cover you

Prr, Damn, Damn, God, damn, aye, woh, woh

Fuckin' yo' best friend, pull up please
We got them FN's
I shoot this shit with my left hand
Turn ambidextrous
To show you what these weapons do
Then I cut her
Like C-sections too, I'm cuttin'
Up, bitch, so surgical, yo' hoe on the flip
No vertical, I give us square
Niggas a circular shit
'cause a nigga can't tell
How yo' circle move
I'm closin' the case the curtains too
Same time, cuz I'm way too versatile
These rappers take shit way too personal
Guess I say some shit and it's hurting you
But fuck it, though, shit, fuck 'em tho
And nigga I'm smokin' on Fukkit, tho
Bitch, Spray the whip, niggas not painting
Change the shit, niggas not changing
Slump that boy, That pussy not fanging
We hung that boy, 'cause niggas not hanging
Beam on that, I do not gotta aim it
Bought this shit and quickly got acquainted
Point the trey, and then I'm long ranging
It don't really take no long thinkin'
I could pull this shit without blinkin'
Body you, then put you in the blanket
Nigga think he sick then get to hanging
Embarrass nigga shit to leave him stankin'
Cole steal shit, lil' stainless
Still west brook, with the banging

Aye, aye, uh, okay but one, aye, aye, aye
Okay what one, okay but one, aye, aye, aye
Oh shit

1, 8, 7 brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
Bitch without a question
I tote waps, Smith & Wessons
And loosing like a best friend
And I walk with my weapon
Cuz these niggas not my brethren

Oh wait, one, aye, aye, oh shit 1, 8, 7
Brand new MAC 11, aye
Hold up, Brand new MAC11