[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Forty tucked in the Goyard belt (Hah)
I dominated the game
I wrote pain that I know y'all felt
They say my verse on "The Cow" was just so heartfelt
I ain't complaining, I'm explaining
That's how those cards dealt (Facts)
Niggas never did shit for me
So I don't owe y'all help
Why you need a verse from me?
Why y'all can't blow y'all self? (Haah)
Look, I go hard, nigga, don't make me go off
Shotty in the trenchcoat, now I know how Omar felt (Hahahaha)
Niggas scurry when they see me (Uh)
You fuck niggas way over thirty and you needy (Broke)
My young boy said "give me the thirty, bruh, I need it"
If thirty niggas outside then thirty niggas bleeding (Brr)
And certainly he mean it, I was late night
All black lurking with them heathens
In my city, niggas rarely get murdered for a reason (Woo)
When I'm done with this razor, boy, surgery is needed
Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip
Who fucking with Machine, nigga?
[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches (Hah)
Dope money in them Rick boxes (Cap)
Play the stove get a brick popping (Whip up)
Break it all down and then zip-lock it (Haah)
Cross the mobb then we stick papi (Brr)
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Homemade ski mask)
Yeah, homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Cap)
[Verse 2]
You know my story, nigga
Wig shot, jaw's twisted (Uh-huh)
Bars been the stickest, but now I spit it more terrific (Cap)
Listen, I'm just doing the Lord's wishes (Hah)
Told you the boy was gifted (Woo)
Spit it so raw you can water whip it
I know them niggas that imported fishes
Sniffed it, you still live with your momma
Pussy, go wash the dishes (Haah)
I buck fifty niggas' faces, they wore the stitches (Uh-huh)
Niggas get Staples on they stomachs
And it cost them zippers (Boom boom!)
Uh, catch me on a resort with gorgeous bitches
I made a fortune, built a fortress for my foreign empress (Talk to 'em)
Hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it
Knock your head off your shoulders
Just for talking some slick shit (Cap)
If it's drama, I send them goons to your house
Leave your nigga smoked, in the living room on the couch
I turned one to two, and I ain't losing an ounce
I'm Jordan in the Finals, I never lose when it count
Swisher full of jet, fuel in my mouth
Thinking 'bout them hundred bags of sour
That I just moved in a drought, whoa
My youngin dumped his tool then be out
Watched the news later, see he X'd, two niggas out
You sneak dissing, I can't believe you choosing that route
Boy, that's that same shit we usually shoot niggas 'bout (Hahahaha)
Check my resumé, my nigga, I just had a year
That your favorite rapper hadn't had in years (Facts)
That's why they mad I'm here (Hah)
Machine
[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches (Hah)
Dope money in them Rick boxes (Cap)
Play the stove get a brick popping (Whip up)
Break it all down and then zip-lock it (Hah)
Cross the mobb then we stick papi (Brr)
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Homemade ski mask)
Yeah, homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Cap)
[Outro]
Yeah (Hahaha)
Ayo, you know what's funny
I've been telling niggas for a minute now
That shit was getting spooky for you niggas
Niggas thought I was playing though
Know I mean?
Told y'all niggas shit 'bout to get real, nigga
Heh, shit done already got real, nigga
I'm that nigga, nigga
Y'all niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga
I ain't from no project, no borough, nigga (Homemade ski mask)
I'm straight from the Eastside, nigga, Buffalo, nigga
I bet niggas won't come through here
Talking crazy, nigga
I got whatever on it, haah
You niggas pussy, nigga
Straight up
Machine
