Armani Caesar – Mac 10s For Everybody (ft. Westside Gunn) (Audio, Lyrics)

Armani Caesar is also out with “Mac 10s For Everybody” featuring Westside Gunn. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Denny Laflare.

Armani Caesar Mac 10s For Everybody

Griselda has had the rap game in a chokehold all year round. From Conway’s recently released From King To A GOD to Boldy James’ The Versace Tape, each member of Griselda has stepped up to the plate and delivered on every occasion. This weekend, it’s Armani Caesar’s time to shine. Griselda’s First Lady’s debut The Liz finally dropped yesterday following a pushback.

The project’s features are strictly within the home team with Conway, Benny, and Westside Gunn assisting across the tracklist. Teaming up with West, Armani Caesar serves up some boastful East Coast swagger on “Mac 10s For Everybody” with Denny Laflare chopping up smooth jazz samples for the production. ‘Mani details her rags-to-riches story as she declares her formal arrival in the game. Meanwhile, Westside Gunn’s off-kilter melody holds down the hook which bears similarities to the “French Toast” chorus.

Armani Caesar – Mac 10s For Everybody (ft. Westside Gunn) (prod. Denny Laflare)

Lyrics

[Intro: Armani Caesar]
Uh, it’s Mani, nigga
Yeah, A.C., the motherfuckin’ king
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar]
Call me AR-Caes’ (Uh huh), industry niggas wan’ AR me (Chyeah)
No sick, need AARP (What up?), they wan’ trademark me
Cut the check, I’m ’bout my Biz Markie (Uh huh)
I drop bombs for Kay Slay, barbies (What’s up?)
‘Member nights I used to freeze, fucked up, eatin’ no grilled cheese (For real)
It made me stronger, real queens go through things (Uh huh)
I blow through cream, y’all chickens go through teams (Tuh)
The runners is out, now they call my dough blue cheese (Come on)
I ‘member them cold nights with no heat (Uh huh)
Pockets on E, syrup sandwich on whole wheat (What else?)
I was taught that if you don’t grind, you don’t sleep (‘Cause why?)
And, nigga, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week, team no sleep (Woo)
Shit is gettin’ real, niggas droppin’ like LPs (Uh huh)
Bitches freakin’ off of Hermes and LV (What?)
Somebody tell me (Uh huh), how they think that they gon’ repel Cease (Repel Cease)
They better double up like Chanel Cs (Haha)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar]
Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody (‘Body)
I don’t even respect your G (Woo), ’cause you ain’t caught no bodies (Bodies)
I slept in that cell, heart broke ’cause I ain’t have nobody (Brr, ‘body, brr, brr)
Ayo, yo

[Verse 2: Armani Caesar]
New chick on the block (Uh huh), Desert E cocked (What up?)
Freshman in the new school, hazin’ you (Ooh)
I put flames in boots, this dame’s the truth (What else?)
Hoes is in my lane, make ’em change their route (Skrrt)
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money like they claim they do (Uh uh)
Wanna fuck with me, nigga, gotta pay your dues (What up?)
He said he fuck with me ’cause he like the way I move (Oh word?)
So sharp, I make him split everything in two (What else?)
Copped the Benz truck and I got the Range in blue (Uh huh)
Pink Bentley I nicknamed Majin Boo (Woo)
I make hoes hot when I’m blazin’ through (Hot)
Burnt up, stuck, lookin’ like the Cajun crew, bitch

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar]
Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody (‘Body)
I don’t even respect your G (Woo), ’cause you ain’t caught no bodies (Bodies)
I slept in that cell, heart broke ’cause I ain’t have nobody (Brr, ‘body, brr, brr)