Lyrics

Yeah, uh
Fuck is wrong wit' you, ****?
It's the mothafuckin' Alpaca, ****
You don't rub? that shit, you blocked that shit, mothafucka
Hahaha, fuck you doin'?
Look, look, I know some **** that been behind the wall their entire life
Never been to Shanghai, but they was moving China white (hahahaha!)
Razor in palm, I give a **** cheek a giant slice
Across his face, just for saying some shit that I ain't like (cap)
Me and these **** don't rhyme alike, tryna battle?
Hah, you better off tryna fight Iron Mike
In '89 when he was in his prime, ****, I ain't like
These other rap ****, I ain't past 'em, who you tryna slide? (Who you slidin'?)
Diamonds dancing, that means they're shining bright
Yikes, might hurt your eyes like you're staring in a shining light (hah)
I hit the vagina twice, it was kinda tight
I'm getting pussy like Frankie Lymon on a line of white
You think you on my level? Find a knife
And cut the bullshit, ****, you see the way I brutalize the mic (hahahaha!)
Right, this for **** in prison flying kites
Knew how to shoot a gun before they learnt how to ride a bike (talk to 'em)
Machine
You know what's up, **** (uh)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, **** (you know where I'm at, ****)
You know you can't fuck with us (it's Griselda, ****)
Even your baby mama know you just a fuck **** (hahahaha)
Gelato in my Dutch, **** (smokin')
Henny XO in my cup, **** (you know what I drink)
Hah, you know what's up, **** (you already know what the fuck is up, ****)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, **** (hah)
Let them **** tell it, them **** is working
When I see them **** in person, them **** is hurting (let's go, man)
I'm drinking Henny XO getting twisted with Birkin (uh)
Got the chopper in the window barrel stick through the curtains (grrah!)
Got the dope in a Tide box, no, it isn't detergent
Always use the same chef 'cause he be whipping it perfect (whip up)
You think he a real ****, but he really a serpent
Two to the back of the head, leave him finished for certain (boom-boom!)
My **** got 15, he was hustling 'ron
I gave these **** a lane, word to my brother Saddam
These **** do big things when they fucking with Con'
Like James Jones got six rings fucking with 'Bron (hah!)
I put out classics, don't like rappers, I don't dap 'em (uh)
I'll tax 'em, for a feature, to out-rap 'em (uh)
On each song, he speak wrong, then I'll slap him (uh)
Fazon like Frank Lucas with blood on his Alpaca, motherfucker (whoo)
You know what's up, ****
You know where to find me at, pull-up, **** (you know where I'm at, ****)
Uh, you know you can't fuck with us (you know you can't fuck with this Griselda shit, ****)
Even your baby mama know you just a fuck **** (she know you a bum, ****)
Gelato in my Dutch, **** (she told us!)
Henny XO in my cup, **** (we drinkin' good, ****!)
You know what's up, **** (haha, you already know, ****)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, **** (uh)
Yeah, ****, hahaha
I told y'all **** I'm a rare form
Hahaha, I'm fuckin' up, yo, ****
Yo, I'm dancin' right now, ****
You now I mean?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, hahahaha!
I feel good, ****, you **** can't fuck with the Machine, ****!
Straight like that, ****, line them **** up, who want it?
Point them out, where they at?
Hehehe, I don't see no competition, ****
Gone
Written by: Demond Price
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