Lyrics Westside Gunn – MAC 15s

Fuck
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Brrt
Doot doot doot doot doot doot

Ayo, all my niggas carryin’ the MAC (brrt)
Kick your baby mama door, my nigga where it’s at? (ah)
Diet Butcher Slim Skin, apron baggin’ crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back
Oh my, all my niggas carryin’ the MAC (brrt)
Kick your baby mama door, ma nigga where it’s at? (ah)
Diet Butcher Slim Skin, apron baggin’ crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back
Oh my (boom)

My shooters sniffin’ Tie Dye coke
Red Fieg Pippens match the Wang ski-suit with no snow
Faith Connexion for a week straight
Yola stretches, bagging up copacetic
St. Laurent moccasins, flip the leather
Heron Preston cuttin’ heroin
Sitting ringside like a nigga got a bear on
In the mess hall, with a screwdriver, case a nigga stare wrong
Off-White Ones that Virgil write «AIR» on (ah)
Cocaine pots, we doing diligence up close
32 shots, niggas ain’t aiming shit
I’m fuckin’ ridiculous
Fisherman knife for D-block shrimp, finger lickin’

Ayo, all my niggas carryin’ the MAC (brrt)
Kick your baby mama door, my nigga where it’s at? (ah)
Diet Butcher Slim Skin, apron baggin’ crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back

Ayo, yayo? Check
Scales? Check
Kwanzaa, I bought a whole wealth for my connect
Meet the black Paul Heyman
Crack crushed the hood during Reagan
This for the mothers on work we was raised with
Fathers, what the fuck is that?
Seen baking in the church suit, had
Every color flower but the hearse was black
MAC 13s with the green beam
Balenciaga boots, looking like Bruce Springsteen
St. Laurent jean suit, ?
fiends
Roll four, fifty in the bank
Nigga bet twenty, he fucked around, at thirty-three
He got shot, to the third degree
Talkin’ fifteen niggas with hockey sticks
Chauffer speak French, listen

Ayo, all my niggas carryin’ the MAC (brrt)
Kick your baby mama door, my nigga where it’s at? (ah)
Diet Butcher Slim Skin, apron baggin’ crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back
Oh my, all my niggas carryin’ the MAC (brrt)
Kick your baby mama door, ma nigga where it’s at? (ah)
Diet Butcher Slim Skin, apron baggin’ crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back
Oh my (boom)