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[Intro]
Now this is a town very thirsty for cocaine, here comes Griselda
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, huh, uh, smokin' rats, nigga
(Griselda)
Look, I got it off the curb, where the hard serve (Uhuh)
Niggas'll kick your granny door in for a raw bird (Where it's at, granny?)
Few shots make yo' car swerve, backseat, shooter loading up the Mossberg, playing Marcberg
He sixteen know how to work with it
Catch him on his block, circle it
Roll down that back window make sure you murder shit
(Don't miss, nigga)
This for them niggas that don't show up to they court date
And sniff raw flake (uhuh), and tuck the .40 in the North Face (Woo)
That'd put a bullet in your face (Cap)
And off all base stacking up Forbes cake (Uh)
The Panamera Porsche race up thirty three made the law chase
Leave "V" live I'm pulling off Wraith
Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face
I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace, I'm what you call great (I'm here, nigga)
Little nigga, stay in your place, I ain't a industry nigga
I gun butt you till your jaw break
Sixteen in the clip then one in the head
I had a few enemies and everyone of them bled
Nigga tried to run, MAC hit his stomach and legs (BRRT)
My jit stood over him, dropped another one in his head
Fuck these rap niggas, Machine 'bout to come for they head (I'm comin'!)
Might clap one of these niggas in they colorful dreads (Hahahaha!)
I swear, I ain't impressed with nothing you said (Uh)
Gun on the feds (cap), dump the fifty shot drum and I fled (BRRRRT)
Machine, bitch
[Intro]
Now this is a town very thirsty for cocaine, here comes Griselda
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, huh, uh, smokin' rats, nigga
(Griselda)
Look, I got it off the curb, where the hard serve (Uhuh)
Niggas'll kick your granny door in for a raw bird (Where it's at, granny?)
Few shots make yo' car swerve, backseat, shooter loading up the Mossberg, playing Marcberg
He sixteen know how to work with it
Catch him on his block, circle it
Roll down that back window make sure you murder shit
(Don't miss, nigga)
This for them niggas that don't show up to they court date
And sniff raw flake (uhuh), and tuck the .40 in the North Face (Woo)
That'd put a bullet in your face (Cap)
And off all base stacking up Forbes cake (Uh)
The Panamera Porsche race up thirty three made the law chase
Leave "V" live I'm pulling off Wraith
Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face
I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace, I'm what you call great (I'm here, nigga)
Little nigga, stay in your place, I ain't a industry nigga
I gun butt you till your jaw break
Sixteen in the clip then one in the head
I had a few enemies and everyone of them bled
Nigga tried to run, MAC hit his stomach and legs (BRRT)
My jit stood over him, dropped another one in his head
Fuck these rap niggas, Machine 'bout to come for they head (I'm comin'!)
Might clap one of these niggas in they colorful dreads (Hahahaha!)
I swear, I ain't impressed with nothing you said (Uh)
Gun on the feds (cap), dump the fifty shot drum and I fled (BRRRRT)
Machine, bitch
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