Mack 11 Lyrics

Shots rang out, keep on speakin' on my niggas, it's gon' be a bang out

On soul, say he wanna kill me, tell me something I don't know

That's why everywhere I go, I'm ridin' with this Pole (ohh)

I keep auto wit me nigga, ain't just talkin' bout no weapon

Ever since lil bro can walk, he just couldn't stop steppin'

Put my trust in none these bitches, none these hoes get my confession

Niggas acting dumb, I'll teach a lesson with this Mac 11

Make a nigga eat nine to the face like he seven

Bad lil' bitch, come over and suck out my depression

I got problems with myself that I can't stop, it got me stressin'

I can't eat unless my niggas at the table gettin' seconds

Fascinating how they did me and they left me in the past

Lil' bro get on they ass, them choppa bullets fast

This ain't the stock Mag, I over dumped the gat

Leave him flat on his face and talk about it on a track

Don't lack, even lookin' for these niggas in my dreams

When I nap, I be clutchin' on a Glock 19

No fap, niggas don't bust nothing

My bad, pussy niggas don't like me

Shots rang out, keep on speakin' on my niggas, it's gon' be a bang out

On soul, say he wanna kill me, tell me something I don't know

That's why everywhere I go, I'm ridin' with this Pole (ohh)

I keep auto wit me nigga, ain't just talkin' bout no weapon

Ever since lil bro can walk, he just couldn't stop steppin'

Put my trust in none these bitches, none these hoes get my confession

Niggas acting dumb, I'll teach a lesson with this Mac 11