[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, nigga
Reject, nigga
Machine, bitch
Daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do, nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!
Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip (Brrt)
Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings, nigga (Hahahaha)
They figured I'd be down and out
They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
Nigga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out
I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out (Uh)
Lit the Swisher then put the sour out
Then go in the booth, black it like a power out (Uh)
Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it (Cap)
Balmain denim drawers is limited (Uh)
This for them niggas with twenty year sentences
Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit (Lock and load)
Look, Daringer, what it is?
Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie, you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, nigga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)
Anybody can get it, nigga

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Damn, you can't run a brick but you still sellin' nicks in the rain
You 36 and a lame, they don't mention your name (Hahahaha)
I pull up with extendo, the clip and it hang
Dump a clip where you hang, you think this shit is a game, my nigga? (Stop playin', nigga)
Your mouth gon' get you fuckin' killed (Huh?)
You livin' off a reputation that your brother built
I got this shit sowed like a fuckin' quilt
Hah, steam the broccoli, the Glock in the Versace belt (Woo)
S.E. Gang, fuck everybody else
Caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt (Brrt)
A fifth of Vodka on the shelf, smokin' Cali, it gotta melt
You can tell the sour from how it smelled (Cap)
I'm that nigga, that's how I felt
As far as rhymin' goes, this shit is like a lion runnin' down an elk (Woo)
I'm a giant, you a fuckin' elf (Cap)
All I need is this iron, nigga, fuck the help (Haah)
Conway

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)
Anybody can get it, nigga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
These niggas ain't the Machine
I come through and paint the scene, red HK with the laser beam (Cap)
Thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream
Ha, you fuck niggas rockin' Old Navy jeans (Haah)
Ha, it's 'bout to be a long night (Cap)
Put the wax in the bong, hit it twice
Stay in your lane if you wanna live a long life
The bitches get long pipe, all night (Hahahaha)
The 911 Porsche white
Still go to Onyx, throw up twenty like LeBron on an off night (Huh)
You at your momma house, they 'bout to cut off lights (Huh)
But every other verse, you rappin' like you off white (You ain't add nothin')
You do it like me, movie time, I'm Spike Lee
Bad white bitch like Ice-T (Huh)
Bag the rock and 501's in a white tee (Cap)
But I paid seven-fifty for the Nike, hehe (Woo)

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you niggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, nigga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You fuck around, you gon' come up missin', nigga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to fuckin' God, nigga)
Anybody can get it, nigga

[Outro]
Griselda
And that goes for any one of you fuck niggas, man
You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100, man
I'm so tired of you bitch ass niggas keep talkin'
And runnin' your mouth like fuckin' dicksuckers, nigga
Can't ain't none of you niggas fuck with me, man
Haha, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you niggas, man
Man, y'all niggas need a bundle
You can get a bundle, nigga, get in the hood, nigga

[Skit]
Alright? Alright? Damn
Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit ain't that hard
As long as it ain't no crowd
Look, I'm not killin' no kids or no old folks aight?
Ay man, who the fuck gon' be old out there at twelve at night, man?
Shit, nigga, I'll smoke anybody, nigga, I just don't give a fuck
I'm gon' hit this shit, nigga