歌词
[Verse 1]
Look, smokin' sour with SONNYJIM
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in
Thinkin' 'bout my ****, the judge done him in
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home, he gon' fucking win
**** gonna hate to see my **** run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucklin'
You **** get stupid, you gon' lose a fuckin' limb
[Verse 2]
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend
Machine, bitch, you better fuckin' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance, I'm Clay, shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise **** gon' pay
Fifty shot, bananas, my ****, you better pray I don't catch you
Two to the head so they know that I was me that left you
Machine, bitch
[Verse 3]
Midnight blue Levanti
Just threw the beam on the pump
Made the shotty look kinda stocky
Let off a shot, blew a chunk of hide out your thigh meat
Wash you up, probably tidy up your hygiene
Stay fly is the ideology
Can't make theses all-NikeIDs more fiery
I'm a different kind of breed, I have you lined and bodied
Had your mami behind me, soul, mind, and body
Kinda shine that I embody
I'm lookin' like Gotti to all my colleagues
Spend a dime to have you dry-cleaned
Had the ride-or-die gene
The Y550 in olive green
The Vat', Qur'an, Constantine
It's a common theme, monanagy wings, like some Robin jeans
The chopper make you **** bob and weave
I believe I'm like a god to these cock-fleas
They wanna copy the key, but I got it locked deep
Marci', uh
Written by: S.Sathi
