Look, Machine bitch I don't back down, check my background Spray your trap down, fill a nigga back with MAC rounds Strapped down with the black pound The serial number scratched down I could have the killers on attack now Pull the mask down, five goons Two at the front, three at the back now I don't listen to these new niggas that rap now I was out wildin' with a MAC You was with yo' girl listenin' to Mack Wilds Fuck these niggas and they rap styles I murder niggas with this ink, shit'll get ugly, nigga, Black Child My dog blew his last trial then got sat down 20 flat in the max, he on his way back now Gas plug in Cali', I just gotta get a pack now Send it in the mail, we made it? I can relax now And let the racks pile My youngin domed a nigga, right up close, I saw him crack a smile I was in that Ghost, hatin' niggas saw me stuntin' They was lookin' like a ghost is what they saw or somethin' Shotty tearin' limbs off like I'm sawin' somethin' Big gun was lookin' like I'm playin' a guitar or somethin' This nigga talkin' like he offin' somethin' I'm like you talkin' to a G like you don't respect your jaw or somethin' The Nike Kanye tan, he whippin' eight yams The cook smoke, he whipped this shit for eight grams Forty in the waistband Pussy nigga I ain't playin' No, we ain't playin' Wait, you got hit That was somethin' you ain't plan Now you need an escape plan Wait, I know he snake, we don't shake hands He got his face blammed Then I went to Ruth's Chris and ate lamb Chopper make a fuck nigga break dance Shells got caught in the slide and made the K jam MachineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
