Yeah, nigga Reject, nigga Machine, bitch Daringer, you already know We do what we do what we do nigga Griselda, by Fashion Rebels Look, look Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch! Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings nigga They figured I'd be down and out They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out Nigga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out Lit the Swisher then put the sour out Then go in the booth, black it like a power out Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it Balmain denim drawers is limited This for them niggas with twenty year sentences Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit Look, Daringer, what it is? Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything Anybody can get it I got it on me now, homie you can get it You niggas talkin', but I live it I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga And anybody can get it Anybody can get it nigga Damn, you can't run a brick but you still sellin' nicks in the rain You 36 and a lame, they don't mention your name I pull up with extendo, the clip and it hang Dump a clip where you hang, you think this shit is a game my nigga? (stop playin' nigga) Your mouth gon' get you fuckin' killed You livin' off a reputation that your brother built I got this shit sewed like a fuckin' quilt Steam the broccoli, the Glock in the Versace belt S.E. gang, fuck everybody else Caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt A fifth of vodka on the shelf, smokin' Cali, it gotta melt You can tell the sour from how it smelled I'm that nigga, that's how I felt As far as rhymin' goes, this shit is like a lion runnin' down an elk I'm a giant, you a fuckin' elf All I need is this iron nigga, fuck the help Conway Anybody can get it I got it on me now, homie you can get it You niggas talkin', but I live it I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga And anybody can get it Anybody can get it nigga These niggas ain't the Machine I come through and paint the scene, red HK with the laser beam Thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream You fuck niggas rockin' Old Navy jeans It's 'bout to be a long night Put the wax in the bong, hit it twice Stay in your lane if you wanna live a long life The bitches get long pipe all night The 9-11 Porsche white Still go to Onyx, throw up twenty like Lebron on an off night You at your momma house, they 'bout to cut off lights But every other verse, you rappin' like you off white You do it like me, movie time, I'm Spike Lee Bad white bitch like Ice-T Bag the rock and 501's in a white tee But I paid seven-fifty for the Nikes Anybody can get it I got it on me now, homie you can get it You niggas talkin', but I live it I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga And anybody can get it Anybody can get it nigga Griselda, Griselda And that goes for any one of you fuck niggas man You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100 I'm so tired of you bitch ass niggas keep talkin' And runnin' your mouth like fuckin' dick suckers nigga Can't none of you niggas fuck with me man I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you niggas man Man, y'all niggas need a bundle You can get a bundle nigga, get in the hood nigga Alright? Alright? Damn Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em Shit ain't that hard As long as it ain't no crowd Look, I ain't killin' no kids or no old folks aight? Ay man, who the fuck gon' be old out there at twelve at night, man? Shit nigga, I'll smoke anybody, I just don't give a fuck I'm gon' hit this shit nigga