Mac 10 - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Ayy, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ayy

She say she don't like me no more, ayy

'Cause I be getting dough

And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes

Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch

Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris

Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding

Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

Ayy, give a nigga ass a little 3 P, smoke and get head by Keke

She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep

Fuckin' on all the thots, see who next on my freak sheet

Pullin' on all the opps, see who next on my heat sheet

30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt, ayy

Put the money in the money counter, that bitch go fffff beep beep

And that bitch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet

Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ayy

Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ayy

Glo Gang can mob his ass, ayy

Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ayy ayy

Batman and Robbin his ass, ayy ayy

But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ayy ayy

Send my young niggas through to smoke him, ayy ayy

Niggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ayy ayy

Don't get killed over my mill's, ayy ayy

I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ayy ayy

Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ayy ayy

That's why my bitch say she dont like me, ayy ayy

She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ayy ayy

Bitch you ain't my momma, bitch you ain't birth me, ayy

But answer this did I leave 30 G's in my jeans, ayy ayy

Niggas think we beef because of my tweet, ayy ayy

No, it's just red tape on your street, ayy ayy

No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ayy ayy

Shouldn't be sneak dissin' bitches bout me, ayy ayy