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Trippie Redd

"Mac 10"

[Intro: Future & Trippie Redd]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
pus*y get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
pus*y get popped 'bout that actin' (pus*y get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, b*tch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt sh*t (Slatt sh*t)
b*tch not my blood on my blatt sh*t (Blatt sh*t)
I'm from 800 block where we whack sh*t (Whack sh*t)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch sh*t (Snatch sh*t)

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I'm at the top of the penthouse (Penthouse)
Your n*gga pocket on lint ball (Lint ball)
Elliot Diamonds like Kristoff (Elliot)
You cannot trap with no pistol (No pistol)
These n*ggas lame and they not in my league (My league)
Rich n*gga smell like Gelato and cream (Cream)
Freaky lil' b*tch and she swallow my seed (Seed)
I keep a gat and a b*tch on her knees (Slatt)
We stick together like Cuban links (Cuban links)
Trippin' with Trippie, I came in a mink (Trippin')
We out in public, they flashing the cameras (Flash)
Look at my diamonds, they wet like a sink (Woosh)
All of my b*tches be bad to the bone (To the bone)
And they know I'm a king at the top of the throne (Throne)
Flew out to Spain, they was singing my song
I got that stick and I'm never alone

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
pus*y get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
pus*y get popped 'bout that actin' (pus*y get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, b*tch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt sh*t (Slatt sh*t)
b*tch not my blood on my blatt sh*t (Blatt sh*t)
I'm from 800 block where we whack sh*t (Whack sh*t)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch sh*t (Snatch sh*t)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
n*ggas know that I'm slime, I get slimy as ever
I got what I got and I got it together
We got some problems, we poppin' wherever
The big homie can't even squash it, I'm telling 'ya
If I get your sh*t, I ain't gon' post it, I'm selling it
Go to my show, put on drip like I'm dealing it
Shout out my young n*ggas, swear they be killing sh*t
Sippin' codeine, that sh*t give me energy
I'm from 400 block where we still trappin'
n*ggas know that we gangbang and still active
We walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
Got them MACs in the Range, we gon' kill Casper
And I hop out with that sh*t on me (sh*t on me)
They treat the kid like I'm big homie
Shoutout to Blood, he know that I'm cuz
But he know that I keep that trip on me
Baby (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
pus*y get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
pus*y get popped 'bout that actin' (pus*y get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, b*tch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt sh*t (Slatt sh*t)
b*tch not my blood on my blatt sh*t (Blatt sh*t)
I'm from 800 block where we whack sh*t (Whack sh*t)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch sh*t (Snatch sh*t)

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