XXXTRAS Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Yeah, niggas got one choice, nigga
Matter of fact, y'all ain't got no choice, niggas
It's the Machine, bitch

[Verse]
Look, this for them niggas cuttin' up a bird, baggin' a brick
Ratchet on hip, that'll put a shit bag on you quick
You fuck niggas get your door kicked, mattresses flip
Savages snatch you up, smack you with the back of the fifth (Where it's at, nigga?)
My dog started out 12-12in' (Huh)
Now he whippin' a split, in a mayo jar, Hellmann's (Cap)
Extendo in the MAC, 30 shells in (Uh huh)
No leg shots, bitch, I'm aimin' for your helmet (Brrrrt)
Whip a whole one and sell it overnight
Niggas actin' like, I became a legend overnight (Uh)
11 for the Nikes
18 for my jeans, Rollie bezel fulla ice
Pop the metal out of spite (Brraa)
I dominated the game on a level that of Mike's
I don't fight, my shot accurate as Stephen from the stripe (Wooo!)
Shots ejected from the pipe
Of the AR, shot him in his chest and said goodnight (Pop)
Then I catch another flight (Hahahaha!)
Look, don't come around me lookin' for some handouts (Uh uh)
I'ma spit in your fuckin' palm, you stick your hand out (Fuck away from me)
Go in my Off-White pocket and pull bands out
I ain't tryin' to fit in with these rappers, so I stand out (Uh huh)
Tell them pussy niggas the Machine is back (Cap)
Camel Valentino off the Neiman rack (Woo)
My shooter squeeze the MAC, hit ya spleen and back (Brrrt)
Then he come stand over you and it's gon' be a wrap (Cap)
Brrap!