Neat Machine

Lyrics

(Verse 1: Why G) That glizzy leave em bald like Mr. Clean (La, La) My dick in her mouth like Listerine (wozzles) Super swag mix Supreme with some Valentine (swag) She ask I'm drinkin henny lil bitch it's lean (lean, lean) I'm on the block 10 chains like I'm Mr. T In the trap 10 bouncers equals 50gs (skrt skrt) Glock 35, that's the triple tease (lah, lah) It makes the waves on your head top tsunami (lah, lah) The draco stutter like stoudemire It put dick in her mouth like a pacifier (wozzles) Come to the woods get flamed up like a campfire (lah, lah) Big chain I'm at your neck like a vampire He say he in the trap but his pants fire (what a liar) Your hoe'll call me master, sire, your highness I bend her over and she start whining My swag costs more than your life are we gonna buy it I put my shooters on him they gonna find him First class fire man his life he can't rewind it (can't rewind it) Crodie take his top in no time Crodie take his top in no time (Verse 2: Pressa) Uh Oh, hood trophy they gon' shoot for me I'm in the trenches we pop off like ecstasy My opps is dead to me, I come where the demons be I'm sorry ma your little boy making Tennesse And my niggas gotta have it doing anything Wass Gang, I put that on everything And whatchu know 'bout heroin? UPS, get it off as soon as the pack is in Eh, matter fact whatchu know 'bout packagin? I used to be selling dope that was in packaging My trap made flakka every day got me panicking Remember when my nigga shot my nigga by accident Lil bitch ya we Wass Gang, if you ain't wass gang then you wash gang We let your brains hang, we come from North Jane I'm in the kitchen wit your aunt mane And free pop, I could sell you rerock They call me Pressa don't let me creep up on ya These hollisters turn a fuckboy to deadmihana And you don't want that call that they couldn't find ya Stay with a lighter, cops they riding by ya