[Intro: Conway the Machine & Allan Kingdom]
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
You know what's up, nigga
We really don't play around (Look)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
The yay on the stove, my nigga
Need new batteries for my scale, lemme weigh up them O's, my nigga
Shooter's sniffin' fifty just to stay on his toes, my nigga
Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brr)
I got hit in my throat
Face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Hah)
You niggas sick as me? No, you niggas sick of me, I know
But you bitch niggas know you get your shit split if you approach
Nigga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope
Paid a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four
Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke
The Smith & was close, niggas was gettin' smokеd
Hit the back of your head, I'ma lift it with this toast (Uh-huh)
I got hit in back of my head, but nigga, I'm still afloat (Ha)
Thе Machine, nigga, that light green, nigga
I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, nigga (Brr, grrah)

[Chorus: Allan Kingdom & 2 Chainz]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if everybody stay around (Yeah)
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