7 Mac 11's

(Almighty God)

This young ***** with me

Really shoot like Trae

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah

All I know is get the bag, facts

I get money out the ass, facts

You should see what's in my stash, racks

You the one thinkin' bad, oh man

Really shootin', like The Mask, facts

Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max

Hoodie on, grip it on, mask black

I keep it on me, get yo' ass back

The *****s I roll with is not nice

Hit a ***** in front of his mom

I swear, 42 *****s gon' knock him down

We can get the one, I don't know if he my height

Yeah, half of these *****s cannot fight

They used to call us dirty Bronx guys

Now *****s ******* send me heart eyes

*****s ******* be sendin' me heart eyes

I got a bankroll in every whip

Hop out the double R, Louie V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Designer clothes, I get it for free

They wonder why I never go to sleep

It's *****s tryna take me out my misery

But I can never let them get me off my feet

I put an Hellcat engine in the Jeep

It's not a G wagon, yeah

And I ain't really with the back and forth shit

Just let me know if it's static, yeah

Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W's, yeah

My ***** don't even makes songs

And he got more hits than a baddie, yeah

Turn my ***** into a brat,

She got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah

Had a 9 car garage at the crib, crib so big I call it a lair

I know you just wanna show off in my car,

Makin' videos flippin' your hair

Girl, you gon' fall out of line ****in' with the stars,

Baby, you is not even there

*****s gon' fall out of line ****in' with some thugs,

*****, get you right out of here

Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I'm ready, yeah

(Almighty God)

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah