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you or extort\nI'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n\nY'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\nTaggin' niggas in your post\nHopin' that they comment back and at you in it\nI don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\nI honestly don't give no fucks about\nBein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\nGriselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\nYou can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n\nAsk B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\nAsk my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\nAsk the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\nLotta albums are suddenly startin'\nTo feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\nTalk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\nAbout the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n\n'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\nNow reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\nI got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\nThat's probably cap\nBut what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\nEvery other day, it's menages, racin' garages\nMade that bitch suck this dick until she\nSay she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\nKeep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\nBasically, May Street made me this\nHeartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nMachine, bitch\n\nAyo, don't ever try to play me\n(Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nYou know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\nI go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\nBrush my teeth with the MAC (brr, brr, brr, brr)\nAyo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos\nFirst nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed\nWord to Michael, pick one (ah)\nTyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (brr, brr, brr)\nDroppin' niggas broad day like (brr, droppin' niggas broad day like)\n\nAyo, you know I'm the GOAT (ah)\nHit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (brr, brr)\nI ain't never goin' back, free Cease, free Soaks (free my niggas)\nAnybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know\n(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\nMy side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a boat (ah)\nTucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war\nI took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (yeah, ah)\nBianmars, snow boots on with no snow (yeah, uh)\nFour-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go\n(Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n\nYo, for pots with powder 'round the edges\nThis the grind that I perfected (uh huh)\nI had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives\nIn a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (remember that)\nSawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (nigga, uh)\n\nYeah, I snap a finger, scram clap the nina (clap the nina)\nYou lost your bitch, I haven't seen her\nThe cash I bring in attractin' singers (hahahaha)\nA bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (skrrt)\nCocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas\nI remember when it was dirt cheap (uh-uh)\nI don't know what you gon' name this, but it's soundin' like \"Spurs 3\"\nI earned keep, now everybody tryna get a verse free (damn)\nJewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep up\n\nI don't mention y'all niggas' names\nPillow talkin', playin' lil' games (I don't do that)\nThis a man's world, you at your best when you middle aged (a man's world)\nStreets waitin', if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get enraged (they waitin')\nRoom full of bitches, first we gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage (ah)\nWho knew, I up and married the game (yo), ain't get engaged (uh-uh)\nOn the prison yard, next to a jack like a ten of spades (nigga)\nGriselda, we applyin' the pressure into the game (uh huh)\nThese rap niggas talk greasy on tracks and then explain, pussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.90] Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot\n[00:04.88] Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot (Griselda)\n[00:06.34] Look, detectives combin' through the hood lookin' for a corpse\n[00:10.30] Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force (Doot, doot, doot)\n[00:13.84] I whip the fish up with a fuckin' hanger or a fork (whip up)\n[00:17.39] Told that bitch go ahead\n[00:18.21] Sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort (sniff)\n[00:20.77] I had an outstandin' warrant for a short\n[00:23.25] Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all\n[00:25.86] My jewelry, I wore to court (hahahaha)\n[00:28.02] Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche\n[00:30.75] She said, \"This car must be a hundred-K\"\n[00:32.74] I said, \"You 40 short\" (I said you short)\n[00:34.63] My nigga droppin' bodies for the sport\n[00:36.95] Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (ha)\n[00:41.31] Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort\n[00:44.60] I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n[00:47.81] Y'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\n[00:50.73] Taggin' niggas in your post\n[00:52.24] Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n[00:55.19] I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n[00:57.69] I honestly don't give no fucks about\n[00:59.97] Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n[01:02.26] Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n[01:04.50] You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n[01:08.73] Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n[01:11.74] Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n[01:15.27] Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n[01:18.10] Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n[01:20.18] To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n[01:22.30] Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n[01:25.10] About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n[01:28.67] 'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\n[01:32.04] Now reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\n[01:35.59] I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\n[01:38.80] That's probably cap\n[01:39.74] But what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\n[01:42.41] Every other day, it's menages, racin' garages\n[01:45.77] Made that bitch suck this dick until she\n[01:47.90] Say she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\n[01:49.67] Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\n[01:52.69] Basically, May Street made me this\n[01:54.65] Heartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:55.21] Machine, bitch\n[01:56.21] Ayo, don't ever try to play me\n[01:58.10] (Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:00.72] You know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\n[02:03.72] I go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\n[02:06.50] Brush my teeth with the MAC (brr, brr, brr, brr)\n[02:09.74] Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos\n[02:13.35] First nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed\n[02:15.81] Word to Michael, pick one (ah)\n[02:17.83] Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (brr, brr, brr)\n[02:21.02] Droppin' niggas broad day like (brr, droppin' niggas broad day like)\n[02:25.26] Ayo, you know I'm the GOAT (ah)\n[02:27.12] Hit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (brr, brr)\n[02:30.37] I ain't never goin' back, free Cease, free Soaks (free my niggas)\n[02:33.71] Anybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know\n[02:37.10] (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n[02:37.16] My side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a boat (ah)\n[02:40.49] Tucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war\n[02:43.90] I took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (yeah, ah)\n[02:47.46] Bianmars, snow boots on with no snow (yeah, uh)\n[02:50.85] Four-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go\n[02:54.25] (Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:56.45] Yo, for pots with powder 'round the edges\n[02:59.74] This the grind that I perfected (uh huh)\n[03:01.29] I had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives\n[03:04.75] In a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (remember that)\n[03:07.91] Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (nigga, uh)\n[03:11.67] Yeah, I snap a finger, scram clap the nina (clap the nina)\n[03:14.63] You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her\n[03:16.62] The cash I bring in attractin' singers (hahahaha)\n[03:19.14] A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (skrrt)\n[03:21.57] Cocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas\n[03:25.77] I remember when it was dirt cheap (uh-uh)\n[03:28.10] I don't know what you gon' name this, but it's soundin' like \"Spurs 3\"\n[03:31.38] I earned keep, now everybody tryna get a verse free (damn)\n[03:34.83] Jewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep up\n[03:38.82] I don't mention y'all niggas' names\n[03:40.59] Pillow talkin', playin' lil' games (I don't do that)\n[03:42.58] This a man's world, you at your best when you middle aged (a man's world)\n[03:45.80] Streets waitin', if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get enraged (they waitin')\n[03:49.30] Room full of bitches, first we gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage (ah)\n[03:52.67] Who knew, I up and married the game (yo), ain't get engaged (uh-uh)\n[03:56.33] On the prison yard, next to a jack like a ten of spades (nigga)\n[03:59.67] Griselda, we applyin' the pressure into the game (uh huh)\n[04:02.82] These rap niggas talk greasy on tracks and then explain, pussy\n[04:09.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spurs 3\n  artist: Conway The Machine\n  album: From King To A GOD\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot\n  start_ms: 2900\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot (Griselda)\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: Look, detectives combin' through the hood lookin' for a corpse\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 10300\n- text: Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force (Doot, 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Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (ha)\n  Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort\n  I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n\n  Y'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\n  Taggin' niggas in your post\n  Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n  I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n  I honestly don't give no fucks about\n  Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n  Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n  You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n\n  Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n  Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n  Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n  Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n  To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n  Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n  About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n\n  'Member I used to sell the yay 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Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\nLotta albums are suddenly startin'\nTo feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\nTalk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\nAbout the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n\n'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\nNow reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\nI got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\nThat's probably cap\nBut what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\nEvery other day, it's menages, racin' garages\nMade that bitch suck this dick until she\nSay she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\nKeep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\nBasically, May Street made me this\nHeartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nMachine, bitch\n\nAyo, don't ever try to play me\n(Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nYou know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\nI go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\nBrush my teeth with the MAC (brr, 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lookin' for a corpse\n[00:10.30] Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force (Doot, doot, doot)\n[00:13.84] I whip the fish up with a fuckin' hanger or a fork (whip up)\n[00:17.39] Told that bitch go ahead\n[00:18.21] Sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort (sniff)\n[00:20.77] I had an outstandin' warrant for a short\n[00:23.25] Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all\n[00:25.86] My jewelry, I wore to court (hahahaha)\n[00:28.02] Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche\n[00:30.75] She said, \"This car must be a hundred-K\"\n[00:32.74] I said, \"You 40 short\" (I said you short)\n[00:34.63] My nigga droppin' bodies for the sport\n[00:36.95] Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (ha)\n[00:41.31] Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort\n[00:44.60] I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n[00:47.81] Y'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\n[00:50.73] Taggin' niggas in your post\n[00:52.24] Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n[00:55.19] I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n[00:57.69] I honestly don't give no fucks about\n[00:59.97] Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n[01:02.26] Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n[01:04.50] You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n[01:08.73] Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n[01:11.74] Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n[01:15.27] Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n[01:18.10] Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n[01:20.18] To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n[01:22.30] Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n[01:25.10] About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n[01:28.67] 'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\n[01:32.04] Now reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\n[01:35.59] I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\n[01:38.80] That's probably cap\n[01:39.74] But what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\n[01:42.41] Every other day, it's menages, racin' garages\n[01:45.77] Made that bitch suck this dick until she\n[01:47.90] Say she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\n[01:49.67] Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\n[01:52.69] Basically, May Street made me this\n[01:54.65] Heartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:55.21] Machine, bitch\n[01:56.21] Ayo, don't ever try to play me\n[01:58.10] (Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:00.72] You know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\n[02:03.72] I go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\n[02:06.50] Brush my teeth with the MAC (brr, brr, brr, brr)\n[02:09.74] Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos\n[02:13.35] First nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed\n[02:15.81] Word to Michael, pick one (ah)\n[02:17.83] Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (brr, brr, brr)\n[02:21.02] Droppin' niggas broad day like (brr, droppin' niggas broad day like)\n[02:25.26] Ayo, you know I'm the GOAT (ah)\n[02:27.12] Hit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (brr, brr)\n[02:30.37] I ain't never goin' back, free Cease, free Soaks (free my niggas)\n[02:33.71] Anybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know\n[02:37.10] (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n[02:37.16] My side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a boat (ah)\n[02:40.49] Tucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war\n[02:43.90] I took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (yeah, ah)\n[02:47.46] Bianmars, snow boots on with no snow (yeah, uh)\n[02:50.85] Four-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go\n[02:54.25] (Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:56.45] Yo, for pots with powder 'round the edges\n[02:59.74] This the grind that I perfected (uh huh)\n[03:01.29] I had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives\n[03:04.75] In a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (remember that)\n[03:07.91] Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (nigga, uh)\n[03:11.67] Yeah, I snap a finger, scram clap the nina (clap the nina)\n[03:14.63] You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her\n[03:16.62] The cash I bring in attractin' singers (hahahaha)\n[03:19.14] A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (skrrt)\n[03:21.57] Cocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas\n[03:25.77] I remember when it was dirt cheap (uh-uh)\n[03:28.10] I don't know what you gon' name this, but it's soundin' like \"Spurs 3\"\n[03:31.38] I earned keep, now everybody tryna get a verse free (damn)\n[03:34.83] Jewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep up\n[03:38.82] I don't mention y'all niggas' names\n[03:40.59] Pillow talkin', playin' lil' games (I don't do that)\n[03:42.58] This a man's world, you at your best when you middle aged (a man's world)\n[03:45.80] Streets waitin', if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get 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think your body can endure the force (Doot, doot, doot)\n  I whip the fish up with a fuckin' hanger or a fork (whip up)\n  Told that bitch go ahead\n  Sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort (sniff)\n  I had an outstandin' warrant for a short\n  Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all\n  My jewelry, I wore to court (hahahaha)\n\n  Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche\n  She said, \"This car must be a hundred-K\"\n  I said, \"You 40 short\" (I said you short)\n  My nigga droppin' bodies for the sport\n  Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (ha)\n  Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort\n  I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n\n  Y'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\n  Taggin' niggas in your post\n  Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n  I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n  I honestly don't give no fucks about\n  Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n  Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n  You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n\n  Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n  Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n  Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n  Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n  To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n  Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n  About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n\n  'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\n  Now reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\n  I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\n  That's probably cap\n  But what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\n  Every other day, it's menages, racin' garages\n  Made that bitch suck this dick until she\n  Say she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\n  Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\n  Basically, May Street made me this\n  Heartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Ayo, don't ever try to play me\n  (Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  You know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\n  I go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\n  Brush my teeth with the MAC (brr, brr, brr, brr)\n  Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos\n  First nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed\n  Word to Michael, pick one (ah)\n  Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (brr, brr, brr)\n  Droppin' niggas broad day like (brr, droppin' niggas broad day like)\n\n  Ayo, you know I'm the GOAT (ah)\n  Hit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (brr, brr)\n  I ain't never goin' back, free Cease, free Soaks (free my niggas)\n  Anybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know\n  (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  My side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a boat (ah)\n  Tucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war\n  I took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (yeah, ah)\n  Bianmars, snow boots on with no snow (yeah, uh)\n  Four-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go\n  (Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n\n  Yo, for pots with powder 'round the edges\n  This the grind that I perfected (uh huh)\n  I had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives\n  In a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (remember that)\n  Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (nigga, uh)\n\n  Yeah, I snap a finger, scram clap the nina (clap the nina)\n  You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her\n  The cash I bring in attractin' singers (hahahaha)\n  A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (skrrt)\n  Cocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas\n  I remember when it was dirt cheap (uh-uh)\n  I don't know what you gon' name this, but it's soundin' like \"Spurs 3\"\n  I earned keep, now everybody tryna get a verse free (damn)\n  Jewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep 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start_ms: 222580\n  end_ms: 225800\n- text: Streets waitin', if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get enraged (they waitin')\n  start_ms: 225800\n  end_ms: 229300\n- text: Room full of bitches, first we gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage (ah)\n  start_ms: 229300\n  end_ms: 232670\n- text: Who knew, I up and married the game (yo), ain't get engaged (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 232670\n  end_ms: 236330\n- text: On the prison yard, next to a jack like a ten of spades (nigga)\n  start_ms: 236330\n  end_ms: 239670\n- text: Griselda, we applyin' the pressure into the game (uh huh)\n  start_ms: 239670\n  end_ms: 242820\n- text: These rap niggas talk greasy on tracks and then explain, pussy\n  start_ms: 242820\n  end_ms: 249060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 249060\nplain: |-\n  Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot\n  Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot (Griselda)\n\n  Look, detectives combin' through the hood lookin' for a corpse\n  Draco hittin', I don't think your body can endure the force (Doot, doot, doot)\n  I whip the fish up with a fuckin' hanger or a fork (whip up)\n  Told that bitch go ahead\n  Sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort (sniff)\n  I had an outstandin' warrant for a short\n  Turned myself in rockin' Louis and all\n  My jewelry, I wore to court (hahahaha)\n\n  Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche\n  She said, \"This car must be a hundred-K\"\n  I said, \"You 40 short\" (I said you short)\n  My nigga droppin' bodies for the sport\n  Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (ha)\n  Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort\n  I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court\n\n  Y'all clout chasin', every verse, you name droppin'\n  Taggin' niggas in your post\n  Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n  I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n  I honestly don't give no fucks about\n  Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n  Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n  You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n\n  Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n  Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n  Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n  Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n  To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n  Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n  About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n\n  'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\n  Now reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\n  I got the flooded AP, my jeweller sayin' it's flawless\n  That's probably cap\n  But what he askin', I'ma pay it regardless (hahahaha)\n  Every other day, it's menages, racin' garages\n  Made that bitch suck this dick until she\n  Say she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)\n  Keep a shooter with me that don't mind takin' the charges\n  Basically, May Street made me this\n  Heartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Ayo, don't ever try to play me\n  (Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  You know what time it is, baguette AP (ah)\n  I go to sleep with the MAC (brr), wake up\n  Brush my teeth with the MAC (brr, brr, brr, brr)\n  Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos\n  First nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed\n  Word to Michael, pick one (ah)\n  Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (brr, brr, brr)\n  Droppin' niggas broad day like (brr, droppin' niggas broad day like)\n\n  Ayo, you know I'm the GOAT (ah)\n  Hit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (brr, brr)\n  I ain't never goin' back, free Cease, free Soaks (free my niggas)\n  Anybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know\n  (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  My side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a boat (ah)\n  Tucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war\n  I took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (yeah, ah)\n  Bianmars, snow boots on with no snow (yeah, uh)\n  Four-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go\n  (Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n\n  Yo, for pots with powder 'round the edges\n  This the grind that I perfected (uh huh)\n  I had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives\n  In a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (remember that)\n  Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (nigga, uh)\n\n  Yeah, I snap a finger, scram clap the nina (clap the nina)\n  You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her\n  The cash I bring in attractin' singers (hahahaha)\n  A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (skrrt)\n  Cocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas\n  I remember when it was dirt cheap (uh-uh)\n  I don't know what you gon' name this, but it's soundin' like \"Spurs 3\"\n  I earned keep, now everybody tryna get a verse free (damn)\n  Jewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep up\n\n  I don't mention y'all niggas' names\n  Pillow talkin', playin' lil' games (I don't do that)\n  This a man's world, you at your best when you middle aged (a man's world)\n  Streets waitin', if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get enraged (they waitin')\n  Room full of bitches, first we gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage (ah)\n  Who knew, I up and married the game (yo), ain't get engaged (uh-uh)\n  On the prison yard, next to a jack like a ten of spades (nigga)\n  Griselda, we applyin' the pressure into the game (uh huh)\n  These rap niggas talk greasy on tracks and then explain, pussy\n"}]