MAC 11 lyrics

[Intro]
I think it's 1, 8, ayy, uhh

[Chorus]
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
b*tch without a question
I tote wops, Smith & Wessons
And lose 'em like a best friend
And I walk with my weapon
'Cause these n*ggas not my brethren

[Verse 1]
I just hopped up off the plane
And I smell like a zip
I can't stress this sh*t enough
These n*ggas text me like my b*tch
Ayy, just hit up the gun plug
He got straps as sexy as my b*tch, ayy
My dough for the low 'cause n*ggas know I'm next up in this b*tch
We leave with some hoes 'cause we whipped out the Lexus in this b*tch
I'm finna Debo a n*gga, boy, gimme yo' necklace
So it get clipped, ayy
Yo' homies with Rico, we found out, get reckless in this b*tch
Lil' mama Nemo, I think she the wettest out this b*tch, n*gga
Watch where you steppin', you will get left you don't play this sh*t 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
[Bridge]
Brrt, damn, damn
Goddamn, ayy, woah, woah

[Verse 2]
f*ckin' yo' best friend, pull up please, we got them FN's
I shoot this sh*t 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, b*tch, so surgical
Yo' ho on the flip, no vertical
I give us square n*ggas a circular sh*t, 'cause a n*gga can't tell how yo' circle move
I'm closin' the case the curtains too
Same time 'cause I'm way too versatile
These rappers take sh*t way too personal
Guess I say some sh*t and it's hurting you
But f*ck it, though, sh*t, f*ck 'em tho
And n*gga I'm smokin' on Fukkit, tho
b*tch, spray the whip, n*ggas not painting
Change the sh*t, n*ggas not changing
Slump that boy, that pus*y not fanging
We hung that boy 'cause n*ggas not hanging
Beam on that, I do not gotta aim it
Bought this sh*t 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 sh*t without blinkin'
Body you then put you in the blanket
n*gga think he sick then get to hanging
Embarrass n*gga sh*t to leave him stankin'
Cole steal sh*t, lil' stainless
Still west brook with the banging
[Bridge]
Ayy-ayy, uh
Okay, but one
Ayy-ayy, okay, what one
Okay, but one
Ayy-ayy-ayy, oh sh*t

[Chorus]
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
b*tch without a question
I tote waps, Smith & Wessons
And loosing like a best friend
And I walk with my weapon
'Cause these n*ggas not my brethren

[Outro]
Oh wait, one
Ayy-ayy, oh sh*t
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11, ayy
Hold up, brand new MAC 11