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Lyrics : Spurs 3
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Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Look
Detectives combin' through the hood lookin’ for a [❓❓]
Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force
I whip the fish up with a f**kin’ hanger or a fork
Told that b*t*h go ahead, sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort
I had an outstandin' warrant for a short
Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all my jewelry, I wore to court (Hahahaha)
Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche
He said, "this car must be a hundred-K", I said, "You forty short" (Short, n***a)
My n***a droppin' bodies for the sport
Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report
Most of you rappers, I pistol whip you or extort
I'm the Machine, I f**k b*t*hes you can't afford to court
Clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin’
Taggin’ n***as in your post, hopin' that they comment back and at you in it
I don’t wanna rap, don't wanna dap you n***as
I honestly don't give no f**ks about bein' friends with no rapper n***a
Griselda, b*t*h, we the inspiration
You can see me and Gunn influencin’ all the music these n***as makin'
Ask B Dot and Elliot, they'll tell you yes
Ask my n***a Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best
Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess
Lotta albums are suddenly startin' to feel more Griselda-esque
Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning
About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous
'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner
Now reality TV b*t*hes keep sayin' I'm gorgeous
I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless
That's probably cap, but what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless
Every other day it's menages, racin' garages (Yeah)
Made the b*t*h suck this d**k 'til she say she exhausted (Yeah)
Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges (Yeah)
Basically, May Street made me this heartless, Machine (Yo)
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Look
Detectives combin' through the hood lookin’ for a [❓❓]
Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force
I whip the fish up with a f**kin’ hanger or a fork
Told that b*t*h go ahead, sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort
I had an outstandin' warrant for a short
Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all my jewelry, I wore to court (Hahahaha)
Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche
He said, "this car must be a hundred-K", I said, "You forty short" (Short, n***a)
My n***a droppin' bodies for the sport
Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report
Most of you rappers, I pistol whip you or extort
I'm the Machine, I f**k b*t*hes you can't afford to court
Clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin’
Taggin’ n***as in your post, hopin' that they comment back and at you in it
I don’t wanna rap, don't wanna dap you n***as
I honestly don't give no f**ks about bein' friends with no rapper n***a
Griselda, b*t*h, we the inspiration
You can see me and Gunn influencin’ all the music these n***as makin'
Ask B Dot and Elliot, they'll tell you yes
Ask my n***a Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best
Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess
Lotta albums are suddenly startin' to feel more Griselda-esque
Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning
About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous
'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner
Now reality TV b*t*hes keep sayin' I'm gorgeous
I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless
That's probably cap, but what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless
Every other day it's menages, racin' garages (Yeah)
Made the b*t*h suck this d**k 'til she say she exhausted (Yeah)
Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges (Yeah)
Basically, May Street made me this heartless, Machine (Yo)
