7 Mac 11's

Almighty God

This young nigga with me

Really shoot like Trae

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah

All I know is get the bag, facts

I get money out the ass, facts

You should see what's in my stash, racks

You don't want it to get bad, oh man

Really shootin' like The Mask, facts

Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max

Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black

I keep it on me, get your ass back

The niggas I roll with is not nice

Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear

42 niggas gon' knock him down

We can get the one, I don't know if he my height

Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight

They used to call us dirty Bronx guys

Now niggas' bitches send me heart eyes

Niggas' bitches be sendin' me heart eyes

I got a bankroll in every whip

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Designer clothes, I get it for free

They wonder why I never go to sleep

It's niggas tryna take me out my misery

But I can never let them get me off my feet

I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep

It's not a G-Wagon, yeah

And I ain't really with the back-and-forth shit

Just let me know if it's static, yeah

Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W's, yeah

My nigga don't even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah

Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah

Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair

I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin' videos flippin' your hair

Girl, you gon' fall out of line fuckin' with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar'

Niggas gon' fall out of line fuckin' with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here

Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I'm ready, yeah

(Almighty God)

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s

Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'

Put a beam on every single weapon

Send me the addy and I'ma address it

I wanna start rippin' through your leggings

You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe

Want you to stop playing, you can get it

Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah