[Intro: Roc Marciano + Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp shit
Machine, bitch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Look—smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in (Ah-huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga—the judge done him in (Free my nigga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home, he gone fuckin' win (He good)
Niggas gonna hate to see my nigga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You niggas get stupid, you gone lose a fucking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend (Right)
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, niggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my nigga, you better pray—
I don't catch you (Boom! Boom!), two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you (ha!), Machine, bitch! Ha
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh—midnight-blue Levante
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 (Uh)
Wash you up—pro'lly tidy up your hygiene (Fast)
"Stay fly" is the ideology
Can't make these 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 (Yes)
Kinda shine that I embody, I'm lookin' like
Gotti to all my colleagues, spend a dime to have you dry-cleaned (Mm!)
Had the ride-or-die gene, the Y 550
In olive-green, the Vat', Qur'an, Constantine (Whoo!)
It's a common theme—monanagy wings
Like some Robin' jeans, the chopper make you niggas bob and weave (Uh)
I believe I'm like a God to these cock-fleas
They wanna copy f the key but I got it locked, deep
Marci', uh
[Outro: Sample]
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