| Snoop doggy dogg |
| You need to go get a jobby job |
| (Brrrrr) |
| Missile shit |
| All day long, nigga |
| Missiles all day long, nigga |
| I don’t know why y’all niggas keep playing with my name |
| Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch |
| Look, look |
| You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick |
| Come back so good I had to kiss my wrist |
| Bitches play my songs in the whip, like this my shit |
| Look how I’m gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch |
| Look, I’m still a G, won’t ever switch my pitch |
| Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks |
| And I still rock the drip by Rick |
| It’s Drumwork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick |
| Like I’m Frank The Saint |
| But this new tape about to take the cake |
| Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate |
| Chop until the razor break, look |
| They say he great, I mean you heard God Don’t Make Mistakes |
| But when I dropped WON’T HE DO IT, I’ma break the bank |
| I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength |
| Just tell me the day and date |
| I’m pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked |
| Niggas ain’t gone bully us |
| Woulda, coulda, shoulda |
| That shit ain’t good enough |
| The Rollie bezel boogered up |
| Them rap niggas y’all dickriding ain’t good as us |
| Ain’t hood enough, I’m still eating nigga, I ain’t full enough |
| Word to my nigga OJ all my shit be fully bust |
| Machine, bitch |
| Yeah |