[Intro]
I think it's 1, 8, ayy, uhh
[Chorus]
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
Bitch without a question
I tote wops, Smith & Wessons
And lose 'em like a best friend
And I walk with my weapon
'Cause these niggas not my brethren
[Verse 1]
I just hopped up off the plane
And I smell like a zip
I can't stress this shit enough
These niggas text me like my bitch
Ayy, just hit up the gun plug
He got straps as sexy as my bitch, ayy
My dough for the low 'cause niggas know I'm next up in this bitch
We leave with some hoes 'cause we whipped out the Lexus in this bitch
I'm finna Debo a nigga, boy, gimme yo' necklace
So it get clipped, ayy
Yo' homies with Rico, we found out, get reckless in this bitch
Lil' mama Nemo, I think she the wettest out this bitch, nigga
Watch where you steppin', you will get left you don't play this shit 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]
Fuckin' yo' best friend, pull up please, we got them FN's
I shoot this shit 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, bitch, so surgical
Yo' ho on the flip, no vertical
I give us square niggas a circular shit, 'cause a nigga 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 shit way too personal
Guess I say some shit and it's hurting you
But fuck it, though, shit, fuck 'em tho
And nigga I'm smokin' on Fukkit, tho
Bitch, spray the whip, niggas not painting
Change the shit, niggas not changing
Slump that boy, that pussy not fanging
We hung that boy 'cause niggas not hanging
Beam on that, I do not gotta aim it
Bought this shit 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 shit without blinkin'
Body you then put you in the blanket
Nigga think he sick then get to hanging
Embarrass nigga shit to leave him stankin'
Cole steal shit, 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 shit
[Chorus]
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11
I get that any second
Bitch without a question
I tote waps, Smith & Wessons
And loosing like a best friend
And I walk with my weapon
'Cause these niggas not my brethren
[Outro]
Oh wait, one
Ayy-ayy, oh shit
1-8-7
Brand new MAC 11, ayy
Hold up, brand new MAC 11
MAC 11 was written by Zotiyac.
MAC 11 was produced by Murda Beatz.