Mac
Wooo look.
All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?
Cause it's going down No Limit style, feel it.
Mac(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Mercedes
Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me
Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more game then the average nigga
All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them haters wanna die
You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank
My platinum LP's, my Benz and my bank
Mac(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up that's when they kill me
But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I
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