[Verse 1]
Ayo, it's the Machiavelli, gat to your Pelle
No actions friendly, pass the Henny
Violent reactions from the Desi
Left a dub in his chestpiece, ten in his wig
For fuckin' with beef that's foul, you gotta eat to live
And yo, miss lady, I'll introduce you to Hades
Seduce Satan with a pistol
Hit you with a Glock missile
Your whole block hear shots when the Glock whistle
You actin' blunt, nigga, I'll twist you
My nigga Mach got the armory, black
We sittin' up with them army straps
I'm playin' PlayStation 2, loud blunt, ashin' shit
Vintage Nikes on my feet, straight classic shit
Acid spit, bet his ass get hit
From fifty yards away, I'll let the magnum rip
I been trapped in hell, high school, I dropped out and fell
That's 'cause the demons tried to cast me a spell
Fuck rap, I'll beat you to sleep
And take your iced-out Yeshua piece
Yo, shit is real, I'm straight knockin' the beast
I put the iron to his clothes like crease
[Chorus]
Pop-pop, I'm hearin' the gunshots
Soon as the shots rang off, that's when the fun stops
Snitches'll call cops, dealers to make drops
I need more money than Fort Knox
Pop-pop, I'm hearin' the gunshots
Soon as the shots rang off, that's when the fun stops
Snitches'll call cops, dealers to make drops
I need more money than Fort Knox
Ayo, it's the Machiavelli, gat to your Pelle
No actions friendly, pass the Henny
Violent reactions from the Desi
Left a dub in his chestpiece, ten in his wig
For fuckin' with beef that's foul, you gotta eat to live
And yo, miss lady, I'll introduce you to Hades
Seduce Satan with a pistol
Hit you with a Glock missile
Your whole block hear shots when the Glock whistle
You actin' blunt, nigga, I'll twist you
My nigga Mach got the armory, black
We sittin' up with them army straps
I'm playin' PlayStation 2, loud blunt, ashin' shit
Vintage Nikes on my feet, straight classic shit
Acid spit, bet his ass get hit
From fifty yards away, I'll let the magnum rip
I been trapped in hell, high school, I dropped out and fell
That's 'cause the demons tried to cast me a spell
Fuck rap, I'll beat you to sleep
And take your iced-out Yeshua piece
Yo, shit is real, I'm straight knockin' the beast
I put the iron to his clothes like crease
[Chorus]
Pop-pop, I'm hearin' the gunshots
Soon as the shots rang off, that's when the fun stops
Snitches'll call cops, dealers to make drops
I need more money than Fort Knox
Pop-pop, I'm hearin' the gunshots
Soon as the shots rang off, that's when the fun stops
Snitches'll call cops, dealers to make drops
I need more money than Fort Knox
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