Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mac 10 Wounds, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Bread, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Mac 10 Wounds |
| They’re brand-new. |
| We just got them in |
| That’ll stop anything that moves |
| Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you |
| want the bullet to go. |
| You can’t miss |
| That .38—it's a fine gun |
| Look, I got shot in the helmet, and I ain’t feel a thing |
| Sold crack to my mama and I ain’t feel ashamed |
| You niggas talkin' like killers, but won’t kill a thing |
| Might go to the nigga show just to steal his chain |
| I’ll be the first one blamin' a shot |
| It’s like in Juice when Raheem gave the hammer to 'Pac |
| Watch how I stand in the spot, put the grams in the pot |
| Flip it twice, might take my bitch to Atlanta to shop |
| Clips with 30 shots jammed in the Glocks |
| Bricks from the cartel, naked ladies stamped in the blocks (woo!) |
| Ain’t nothing 'bout me weak, nigga |
| Wig shot, I left that spitter in the weak nigga |
| I’m just here to get the safe from you |
| If I don’t get it then I’ma just take the bone out your face from you |
| Them fuck niggas in the hood, they’ll fake love you |
| Next thing you know, they in your bushes tryna wait for you |
| You got pussy in your heart, homie, I can’t trust you |
| You lose a part on your body when the K cut you |
| I say «fuck you!"nigga |
| I might drop you from the top of your projects, they’ll have to scrape up you |
| Big dutch and a dick suck what I wake up to |
| Fifth tuck when the shit buck, it’ll break up you, uh |
| Griselda nigga, that’s the set |
| Clap the TECCs, savages crash and rest |
| Snatch the baby out the bassinet |
| Look, I don’t fuck with a nigga if we ain’t been cool |
| I ain’t got shit for a nigga but Mac 10 wounds |
| I spit the illest shit, I vision it before I even pen them sentences |
| I close my eyes and the pen move (yeah) |
| I see you niggas and your thin jewels |
| Don’t make me show up to your show with like 10 goons |
| Light up the sour and the |
| A little savage hit a nigga in his melon twice |
| Shout out to 'chine on his pedal bike |
| His trap hanging 'round his neck, using the strings from his yellow Nikes |
| Niggas went from selling weight to mailing kites |
| I’m putting on so when they home, I can set 'em right (free the homie) |
| Who you playing with, homie? |
| We ain’t the same, you a lame |
| Get the fuck up outta my lane, you know the name |
| You say you got guns, it ain’t a thang |
| I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, mothafucka |
| …fucking E. Coli |
| Yo, you wanna get fucked up, yo |
| Drive down to Arizona, get what I mean? |
| First off, work out outside, come back inside |
| Get you a little fever |
| Then take you down to Arizona |
| And then my man Rico pull up to you with at least four to seven E. Coli’s |
| Take those |
| And then… |
| Go to the fucking… |