Neat Machine ll

Lyrics
[Verse 1: WHY-G] I think I popped two percs (percies) But i'm still alert (i am) Walk on your block and I lurk (lurk) Red beam, I need a green latern (green) Headshot, then I send you Satern (lah) I find a bridge then I burn (burn) I shoot this glizzy like Steve Kerr This glizzy burn your hair like a perm I'm off a perc so I talk with a slur I'm thinkin' 36 mafia sippin' sizzurp Walk up with a glizzy then I burst Pop out the cut like a burp I'm in the trap with the birds I'm in the trap with my youngins 'cause they gotta learn Bad bitch she sucked my dick said she from Malvern Make the dope come back like a U-turn Take a bad boy but he just a gerb Turn an opp to a herb pack Turn an opp to a pack 93.5 and still can't lack I be subliminal dissing the opps in my rap Your gang should be called new era ya' cap [Verse 2: Pressa] They call me press machine I put gas in it E He remind me of a diffy I make him drop to his knees Head, head, head, head, head, headshot I'm from the block, we shot a cop I smokin' demi, it make me hot It make me hot I put the G in the Glock And I put the B in the block And I put the C in the clock Work, work, work, work, work I put a snake in the box Lions and tigers and bears I ain't a typical nigga My niggas trip off a trip And a nigga said Jane's a jigga A nigga said Jane's a jigga I sit on lil niggas like Simba Nineteen-eleven is kimber I'm sauce i'm wauce I'm gang, i'ma lost I still sing like frost And she do lines like floss Trap line never off There's lines I never cross
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Credits
- Writers
- Why G
- Pressa