Mac 10s for Everybody

[Intro: Armani Caesar]

Uh, it's Mani, nigga

Yeah, A.C., the motherfuckin’ king

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar]

Call me AR-Caes' (Uh-huh), industry niggas wan' AR me (Yeah)

No sick, need AARP (What up?), they wan’ trademark me

Cut the check, I'm 'bout my Biz Markie (Uh-huh)

I drop bombs for Kay Slay, barbies (What's up?)

'Member nights I used to freeze, fucked up, eatin' no grilled cheese (For real)

It made me stronger, real queens go through things (Uh-huh)

I blow through cream, y'all chickens go through teams (Tuh)

The runners is out, now they call my dough blue cheese (Come on)

I 'member them cold nights with no heat (Uh-huh)

Pockets on E, syrup sandwich on whole whеat (What else?)

I was taught that if you don’t grind, you don’t sleep ('Cause why?)

And, nigga, I ain’t slеpt in 'bout a week, team no sleep (Woo)

Shit is gettin' real, niggas droppin' like LPs (Uh-huh)

Bitches freakin’ off of Hermes and LV (What?)

Somebody tell me (Uh huh), how they think that they gon' repel Caes'? (Repel Caes')

They better double up like Chanel Cs (Haha)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar]

Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody ('Body)

I don't even respect your G (Woo), 'cause you ain't got no bodies (Bodies)

I slept in that cell, heart broke 'cause I ain't have nobody (Body) Brr, brr, brr

Ayo, yo

[Verse 2: Armani Caesar]

New chick on the block (Uh-huh), Desert E cocked (What up?)

Freshman in the new school, hazin' you (Ooh)

I put flames in boots, this dame's the truth (What else?)

Hoes is in my lane, make 'em change their route (Skrrt)

Niggas ain't gettin' money like they claim they do (Uh-uh)

Wanna fuck with me, nigga, gotta pay your dues (What up?)

He said he fuck with me 'cause he like the way I move (Oh word?)

So sharp, I make him split everything in two (What else?)

Copped the Benz truck and I got the Range in blue (Uh-huh)

Pink Bentley I nicknamed Majin Buu (Woo)

I make hoes hot when I'm blazin' through (Hot)

Burnt up, stuck, lookin' like the Cajun crew, bitch

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar]

Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody ('Body)

I don't even respect your G (Woo), 'cause you ain't got no bodies (Bodies)

I slept in that cell, heart broke 'cause I ain't have nobody (Body) Brr, brr, brr