MAC 11 Video (MV)

Slide up on yo block, Wit that chop, Imma make a wop
Youngboy keep a Uh, MAC 11, RIP to opps
We picked up ur ex, find yo crib, we gon drop her off
She ain't wanna leave, got her whipped, she aint running off
That boy he ain't shit, he a bitch, ya dat boy a trip
Can't pay back yo bros, cuz u broke, you don't no smoke

Bitch think that im rude
And a demon, i ain't heaven sent
All my friends are dead in my pocket
Its dem presidents
All my hunnids blue or they brown
Like some Indians
Selling all this yayo for the pesos
Like Dominicans
Running from the Jakes, jumping fence
Like a Mexican
F*cked that girl just once maybe twice
But never text again

But never text again
F*ck that girl just once maybe twice
But never text again

Never text again, i ain't cuffin up
What the f*ck, bitch you think im dumb
Bitch i got the K, let it spray wit a hunnid drums
Got a lot of baes, prolly 8, imma lie to em
Promise imma ride, imma slime i cant die for them
Bitches had they chance, and they missed, got no time for them
Cheated on my ex, more than once she ain't got a clue
Why you feel bad for dat bitch, if she cheated too
I'm up in the hills, smoking clouds, bitch I got the view
AK 47's MAC 11's we tote pistols too

We tote pistols too
AK 47's MAC 11's we tote pistols
Slide up on momma and yo father, then we aim at you
Tote that MAC 11 if you testing
And now you baby food