Y’ont Get It

Lyrics

[Chorus] Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man (Woo!) Looking for this nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga gone' get it man All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that bitching I ain't with it, man Yon't get it, man I'll blow your motherfucking head off [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] Yeah! I know the nigga that put the work in I told my lil' niggas get to lurking Green light on these niggas, get to murking I run into that pussy nigga, then it's curtain (Haaa!) Nigga crossed the mob, we ain't gone' let it slide I'm coming for you, bitch nigga you better hide I reside where it's a eye for a eye Meaning if a fuck nigga violate you then you better ride Chopper loaded let it quakе, nigga Before you die look mе in my face, nigga See what that wig shot did to my face, nigga I fucked around and lived, that's your mistake, nigga That hospital, I couldn't sleep for a week But I'd rather be up in pain then fucking resting in peace I don't give a fuck about the police I told the homies you food and them niggas coming to eat Ha ha, I got the... [Chorus] Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man Looking for this nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga gone' get it man All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that bitching I ain't with it, man Yon't get it, man (Yon't get it, do you? Huh?) I'll blow your motherfucking head off [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] Yon't get it, that's something you need to know Tried to kill the nigga with the hottest flow you gotta' go Still shooting even when the homies screaming "Da Da Doe!" Fuck the Po-lice, I just got to make sure he a ghost Fuck his granny, fuck his mama, fuck his kids, fuck his hoe Now my heart cold as the snow, so I don't give a fuck who go He tried to murder me! He tried to murder me! Look at my face I told the doctor fuck his surgery Still got a bullet in my neck but it ain't hurting me I got Amerikan Greed fans out in Germany (Ah ha) My nigga on his second strike in the can Judge throwing five and better just like the dice in his hand Damn, fuck them all, that's truly how I feel My lil' homies like "bruh, tell me who we gotta kill" Suit up, green light to off this nigga And bring his head back to my office nigga (Haha!) And I still got the... [Chorus] Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man Looking for this nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga gone' get it man All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that bitching I ain't with it, man (I ain't with it man, haha) Yon't get it, man (Yon't get it, do you?) I'll blow your motherfucking head off Outro: Yeah nigga, I see you fuck niggas still don't get it I told niggas I'm the machine, right? I'm still here nigga Niggas seen me, thought they'd seen a ghost, nigga Like I said before them shits was scooby snacks, nigga Yeah, you know what though? (I'll blow your motherfucking head off)