Birdy Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Statik Selektah

[Verse 1]
Look
I'll bust a nigga's shit wide open
Blick the 5th
The pussy nigga laying stiff
With his eyes open (He gone)
Griselda, bitch, you know what's up
K bullets flip your Rover truck (Brr)
Barefaced, so niggas know it's us (You know, man)
Only the dough we lust (Uh)
The baking soda make the yola fluff
I got this rap shit in a cobra clutch (Hah!)
I'm shooting like a young Kobe in the clutch (Woo)
I'll put a hole in you niggas
The doctors can't close it up (Doot doot)
The rollie bust down
My homie touch down with like 40 plus
That's 40 bags of sour, shit, we sowed it up (We eatin', nigga)
My shooter sniff 'til his nose is stuffed (Huh)
The HK is folded up, have him unload it for opposing us! (What's good, nigga?)
Nigga, blink wrong they food
Them fuck niggas been dick riding so long they think that shit's cool (Uhuh!)
I'm 'bout to flood my neck with big trinkets and jewels (Woo)
Niggas don't want beef, they wanna keep that shit smooth
I promise
I ain't gonna stop with this chopper until a corpse drop (Uhuh)
Fire out the nozzle 'til it ain't no more shots (Cap)
Pay for four
Plug throw me extra four blocks
Sold keys since the OG Jordan 4s dropped (Hahaha!)
Fiends lined around the block to cop more drop (Uhuh)
Griselda Records, bitch, we winning by a long shot
(We winnin', nigga)
I don't rap beef with these rap niggas
I slap niggas' teeth out they mouth and I clap niggas
Machine, nigga