Snoop doggy dogg You need to go get a jobby job (Brrrrr) Missile shit All day long, nigga Missiles all day long, nigga I don't know why y'all niggas keep playing with my name Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch
Look, look You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick Come back so good I had to kiss my wrist Bitches play my songs in the whip, like this my shit Look how I'm gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch Look, I'm still a G, won't ever switch my pitch Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks And I still rock the drip by Rick It's Drumwork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick Like I'm Frank The Saint But this new tape about to take the cake Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate Chop until the razor break, look They say he great, I mean you heard God Don't Make Mistakes But when I dropped WON'T HE DO IT, I'ma break the bank I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength Just tell me the day and date I'm pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked Niggas ain't gone bully us Woulda, coulda, shoulda That shit ain't good enough The Rollie bezel boogered up Them rap niggas y'all dickriding ain't good as us Ain't hood enough, I'm still eating nigga, I ain't full enough Word to my nigga OJ all my shit be fully bust Machine, bitch YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
