[Intro]
Yeah, n***a
Reject, n***a
Machine, bitch
Daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do n***a
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Look, look
[Verse 1: Conway]
Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!
Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip
N***as be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings n***a
They figured I'd be down and out
They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
N***a 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 n***as with twenty year sentences
Young n***as 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
[Hook: Conway]
Anybody can get it
I got it on me now, homie you can get it
You n***as talkin', but I live it
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it n***a
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' n***a
And anybody can get it
Anybody can get it n***a
[Verse 2: Conway]
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 n***a? (stop playin' n***a)
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 n***a, 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 n***a, fuck the help
Conway
[Hook: Conway]
Anybody can get it
I got it on me now, homie you can get it
You n***as talkin', but I live it
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it n***a
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' n***a
And anybody can get it
Anybody can get it n***a
[Verse 3: Conway]
These n***as 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 n***as 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
[Hook: Conway]
Anybody can get it
I got it on me now, homie you can get it
You n***as talkin', but I live it
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it n***a
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' n***a
And anybody can get it
Anybody can get it n***a
[Outro]
Griselda, Griselda
And that goes for any one of you fuck n***as man
You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100
I'm so tired of you bitch ass n***as keep talkin'
And runnin' your mouth like fuckin' dick suckers n***a
Can't none of you n***as fuck with me man
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you n***as man
Man, y'all n***as need a bundle
You can get a bundle n***a, get in the hood n***a
[Skit]
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 n***a, I'll smoke anybody, I just don't give a fuck
I'm gon' hit this shit n***a
