Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (brr) Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (hah) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (cash) I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (what's poppin', nigga?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (fuck outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (brr brr, brr, brr) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fuckin' closer, nigga (Machine) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom) Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (uh-huh) Air the extended (uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (brr, brr, ah) I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (nigga) The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it) I need a pile of dirty cash, and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh) This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed 80 (brr) That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (y'all pussy, huh) I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (what's poppin'?) These OGs 'round me real veterans (facts) My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (nigga) In interviews, they askin' real questions (like what?) Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (no comment) If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (ah) Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (uh, you a rat, nigga) Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (hit with a hawk) Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (uh-huh) Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault The Butcher, nigga, ah Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones Fuck it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (skrrt) Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (ah) Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (ah) Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (brr) He did it for some oil and a prayer rug MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods Insha Allah, I see a hundred Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (ah) Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it My nigga still got 40, he might not leave up out it Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

The machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumpin' And the hubcaps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear With my hand on your grease gun Ooh, it's like a disease, son I'm in love with my car Got a feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy-racer Rollbar Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl I'd have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburetor So, she made tracks, saying "This is the end now" "Cars don't talk back" "They're just four-wheeled friends, now" When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear When I'm cruisin' in overdrive Don't have to listen To no run-of-the-mill talk jive I'm in love with my car (In love with my car, in love with my car) Got a feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car (In love with my car, in love with my car) String back gloves in my automo-love

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah You're taking all my sunshine away Making out like you're the main line (I knew that) 'Cause you're a cool cat Tapping on the toe with a new hat Ooh, just cruising Driving along with the swing king Feeling the beat of my heart Feeling the beat of my heart Ooh, you're a cool cat Coming on strong with all the chit chat Ooh, you're alright Hanging out and stealing all the limelight Messing with the beat of my heart Ooh, messing with the beat of my heart, yeah You used to be a mean kid Ooh, making such a deal of life Ooh, you were wishing and hoping And waiting to really hit the big time But did it happen, happen? No, you're speeding to fast, slow down Slow down, you'd better slow down, slow down You really know how to set the mood And you really get inside the groove Cool cat Tapping on the toe with a new hat Ooh, just cruising Driving along like the swing king Feeling the beat of my heart Feeling the beat of my heart, yeah Feeling the beat of my heart Can you feel it? Feeling the beat of my heart, yeah, yeah Feeling the beat of my heart Ooh, ooh, feeling, feeling Feeling ev'ry feeling