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mac 10 - trippie redd lyrics

[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)
p-ssy get shot for that cappin’ (yeah)
p-ssy get popped ’bout that actin’ (p-ssy get popped ’bout that)
please say h-llo to my gat, b-tch (please say h-llo to my)
i’ma slime his -ss, 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 sn-tch sh-t (sn-tch sh-t)

[verse 1: lil duke]
i’m at the top of the penthouse (penthouse)
your n-gg- pocket on lint ball (lint ball)
elliot diamonds like kristoff (elliot)
you cannot trap with no pistol (no pistol)
these n-gg-s lame and they not in my league (my league)
rich n-gg- 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

[verse 2: lil baby]
n-gg-s 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-gg-s, swear they be k!lling sh-t
sippin’ codeine, that sh-t give me energy
i’m from 400 block where we still trappin’
n-gg-s know that we g-ngb-ng and still active
we walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
got them macs in the range, we gon’ k!ll 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)

- trippie redd lyrics

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