Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mac 15s, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
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 |
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) |
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) |