Mac 10 lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ayy
She say she don't like me no more, ayy
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', f*ckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next b*tch with my ex b*tch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and sh*t at my old b*tch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

[Verse]
Ayy, give a n*gga ass a little 3 P, smoke and get head by Keke
She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep
f*ckin' on all the thots, see who next on my freak sheet
Pullin' on all the opps, see who next on my heat sheet
30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt, ayy
Put the money in the money counter, that b*tch go fffff beep beep
And that b*tch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet
Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ayy
Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ayy
Glo Gang can mob his ass, ayy
Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ayy ayy
Batman and Robbin his ass, ayy ayy
But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ayy ayy
Send my young n*ggas through to smoke him, ayy ayy
n*ggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ayy ayy
Don't get killed over my mill's, ayy ayy
I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ayy ayy
Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ayy ayy
That's why my b*tch say she dont like me, ayy ayy
She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ayy ayy
b*tch you ain't my momma, b*tch you ain't birth me, ayy
But answer this did I leave 30 G's in my jeans, ayy ayy
n*ggas think we beef because of my tweet, ayy ayy
No, it's just red tape on your street, ayy ayy
No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ayy ayy
Shouldn't be sneak dissin' b*tches bout me, ayy ayy
[Chorus]
I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ayy
She say she don't like me no more, ayy
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', f*ckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next b*tch with my ex b*tch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and sh*t at my old b*tch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10