Anybody

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

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

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!

Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip (Brrt)

Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened

Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings, nigga (Hahahaha)

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 (Uh)

Lit the Swisher then put the sour out

Then go in the booth, black it like a power out (Uh)

Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it (Cap)

Balmain denim drawers is limited (Uh)

This for them niggas with twenty year sentences

Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit (Lock and load)

Look, Daringer, what it is?

Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything

[Hook: Conway the Machine]

Anybody can get it (Word)

I got it on me now, homie, you can get it (Lock and load)

Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)

I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, nigga (Brrt)

I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)

You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)

And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)

Anybody can get it, nigga

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

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 (Hahahaha)

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 (Huh?)

You livin' off a reputation that your brother built

I got this shit sowed like a fuckin' quilt

Hah, steam the broccoli, the Glock in the Versace belt (Woo)

S.E. Gang, fuck everybody else

Caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt (Brrt)

A fifth of Vodka on the shelf, smokin' Cali, it gotta melt

You can tell the sour from how it smelled (Cap)

I'm that nigga, that's how I felt

As far as rhymin' goes, this shit is like a lion runnin' down an elk (Woo)

I'm a giant, you a fuckin' elf (Cap)

All I need is this iron, nigga, fuck the help (Haah)

Conway

[Hook: Conway the Machine]

Anybody can get it (Word)

I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)

Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)

I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga (Brrt)

I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)

You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)

And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)

Anybody can get it, nigga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

These niggas ain't the Machine

I come through and paint the scene, red HK with the laser beam (Cap)

Thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream

Ha, you fuck niggas rockin' Old Navy jeans (Haah)

Ha, it's 'bout to be a long night (Cap)

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 (Hahahaha)

The 911 Porsche white

Still go to Onyx, throw up twenty like LeBron on an off night (Huh)

You at your momma house, they 'bout to cut off lights (Huh)

But every other verse, you rappin' like you off white (You ain't add nothin')

You do it like me, movie time, I'm Spike Lee

Bad white bitch like Ice-T (Huh)

Bag the rock and 501's in a white tee (Cap)

But I paid seven-fifty for the Nike, hehe (Woo)

[Hook: Conway the Machine]

Anybody can get it (Word)

I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)

Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)

I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, nigga (Brrt)

I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)

You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)

And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)

Anybody can get it, nigga

[Outro]

Griselda

And that goes for any one of you fuck niggas, man

You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100, man

I'm so tired of you bitch ass niggas keep talkin'

And runnin' your mouth like fuckin' dicksuckers, nigga

Can't ain't none of you niggas fuck with me, man

Haha, 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

[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'm not 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, nigga, I just don't give a fuck

I'm gon' hit this shit, nigga