"Mac 10" lyrics

Ay, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

Ay, give a nigga 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
Fuckin' 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, ay
Put the money in the money counter, that bitch go fffff beep beep
And that bitch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet
Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ay
Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ay
Glo Gang can mob his ass, ay
Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ay ay
Batman and Robin his ass, ay ay
But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ay ay
Send my young niggas through to smoke him, ay ay
Niggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ay ay
Don't get killed over my mill's, ay ay
I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ay ay
Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ay ay
That's why my bitch say she don't like me, ay ay
She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ay ay
Bitch you ain't my momma, bitch you ain't birth me, ay
But answer this did I leave 30 Gs in my jeans, ay ay
Niggas think we beef because of my tweet, ay ay
No, it's just red tape on your street, ay ay
No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ay ay
Shouldn't be sneak dissin' bitches 'bout me, ay ay

I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10