Check the stats Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts The real is back I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked You just a rat Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestler match and don't text her back I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat I'm playing chess with rap But I'm treating it like a checkers match Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me Yeah, I wear all my jewelry, every city Don't gotta check for me Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting That's what you call impressive, shit I'm back active holding rap captive These black bastards drop back to Back to back classics Yeah, Machine back spazzing Shot in my back, so when it rains, be having back spazzes The double R truck, I matte black'd it They love me in Detroit, in L. A., I'm Matt Stafford Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson She posts a picture on her 'Gram and I double tapped it In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxson Yeah, and that shit was a game winner Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her Your bitch chose me, homie, you know the game, nigga I don't write verses, I paint pictures My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, nigga You know the name, nigga, Machine Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh If you not busy later, you could Uh, drop by my pad? Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright? But look here, you be cool, alright? I mean, maybe we get together later And wrap a taste on it, huh? Huh, can you dig that, baby? Can you dig it, baby? Okay, baby