CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Front Lines

Bu, bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Uh-huh)
Yeah
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Look)

Machine, b*t*h, your favorite rappers wanna be me
I do their streaming numbers with the vinyl and the CDs (Hahaha)
Sellin', boy, you know I'm in the toy when you see me
You see me, got the Lam' in my name like CD (Talk to 'em)
I put food in the oven and I ain't talkin' ziti
That blue magic had a junkie shootin' like 3D (Hah)
My neck look 3D 'cause S sittin' next to the VV
My b*t*h the prettiest next to Riri (What up, baby?)
See me feedin' the homeless, I needed these moments
I'm a boss, not just a rapper, I don't see no opponents
A n***a hatin' then he just caught in the heat of the moment (Hahaha)
Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it (Uh-huh)
I can move a pie raw, since Buff had the Aurora with the suicide doors
My bro caught a n***a upstate, they threw him five more
That grimy rap in the game, tell me who provide more
The Machine, n***a (Brr, uh, yeah)

All my n***as outside, they outside
All my n***as outside, we outside (We outside)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (We slidin')
Hope you got your gun, you know I got mines (Brr, yeah)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (Slide)
All my n***as outside, they outside (Yeah)
All my n***as outside, we outside (Yeah)