MACK 11

[Intro]

YoungBoy Brown, on my kid!

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

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

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

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

[Verse 2: Gunna]

[?] 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

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

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

[Verse 3: Young 5150]

Ay got the guns all around me (uh huh)

Mack 11 shoot him down (on god)

Bitch you actin like a clown( yea yea)

Imma king where my crown (yea yea)

Imma break a bitch down (yea yea)

Money all in my house (yea yea)

Benjamin all around (uh huh)

Benjamin bitch I'm in Japan (yea)

In Japan getting fuckin Yen (cash)

Bad bitch wanna get it in (smash)

On my fuckin wrist was the president (yea)

Presidential Watch you can't get that shit (yea)

Cause im too real and im too legit (yea)

Too rich yea we can't quit (uh)

Babygirl Mack 11 (grrrah)

Put yo mans on the pavement okay (uh)

Shoot him once he ain't movin

I be up in my Benz

I don't really give no shit bitch (yea)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent (bitch)

I ain't asking questions, I don't care what he did (bitch)

I ain't trippin' we go to war with these riches (bitch)

[?] 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 (Miri)

Mason Margiela, make it dirty

Spent racks on me, don't worry

Glock got a Curry, 30

On the block like Herbert Curry (yea)

Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging (yea)

Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains (yea)