You Kan't Live (Freestyle)

[Intro]

The Machine, bitch!

Griselda

Yeah (Woo)

Brr

You know what's up, nigga

Steroids, nigga (Get into it)

Uh-huh (Green Lantern)

Yeah, nigga

Drums, nigga

Drums for everybody, nigga

You know what's up, nigga

The Machine, nigga

[Verse]

I don't drink cold Henny (Uh-huh)

Uh, I told Benny bring hoes plenty (Hahahaha)

Far as O's, I sold plenty

I hold semis, I stood in the cold in my old Pennys (Facts)

We can get it popping, nigga, yes

Hand-made mask out of stocking with a TEC

Nigga lose a whole lung when I pop him in the chest (Boom)

I can tell you ain't getting money rocking them Guisep's (Haah)

Ask Kutter, we got it rocking on the steps

At his momma house

Boy, them shoe boxes was a mess (Woo)

When I'm on the plane only time I'll be getting rest

But the way that I've been getting cheques

I been feeling blessed (Talk to 'em)

Yes, three thousand dollar specs

Cartiers, pony hair, blood bottoms when I step (Oh my God)

You fucking with me, that's highly unlikely

I don't play ball

Still getting boxes from Nike, whoa (Woo)

I know these rap niggas probably don't like me (Uh-uh)

I'm killing shit 'til somebody come fight me, uhh (What's popping, nigga?)

Or somebody come snipe me (Uh-huh)

I'm from the hood where my shottie rung nightly (Brr)

Madison Square Garden looking icy (Uh-huh)

I ain't court side, but a row behind Spike Lee (Hahahaha)

Out in Cali, I'm smoking my own strain (Yeah)

Griselda, bitch, we started our own gang (GxFR)

You pussy ass niggas should ride in your own lane

Wig shot, close range

Goodbye ya whole brain, motherfucker (Ah, ah, ah, ah, brr)

[Outro]

You know what's up, nigga (Yeah)

I'm here now, nigga (The Machine, bitch, hehe)

Griselda

Griselda, you know what's up, nigga

Like I said before, nigga

When I see niggas, I'ma see really what's up with niggas, man

I feel like y'all niggas is pussy

Everyone of y'all niggas, point 'em out, it don't matter, nigga

It's whatever, nigga

Green light on all o' these niggas

Straight like that

The Machine, that's how it go, nigga

Bring the drums for everybody, nigga

You heard? Hehehe

Yeah, nigga, this gonna be a fuckin' hot summer

[Love (Freestyle)]

I hold the snub, I unload slugs (Uh-huh)

Broad day, I'll finish you in cold blood

Bring a Spade, make sure it's cold, blood (Bring that Spade, my nigga)

Got ya body wrapped in a old rug gettin' disposed of (Haah)

Wait, wait, wait, woah, woah, woah, woah, what is you doing with this, nigga? I kept this low like

You-Yeah, you got access to too much heat, my nigga, fuck it

Run that shit back from the top, nigga, let's get that again, nigga

That's fire right there, nigga, hahahaha