[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
(Woo!)
Looking for this n***a, when I find him, man, that n***a 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 n***a that put the work in
I told my lil' n***as get to lurking
Green light on these n***as, get to murking
I run into that pussy n***a, then it's curtain (Haaa!)
N***a crossed the mob, we ain't gone' let it slide
I'm coming for you, bitch n***a you better hide
I reside where it's a eye for a eye
Meaning if a fuck n***a violate you then you better ride
Chopper loaded let it quakе, n***a
Before you die look mе in my face, n***a
See what that wig shot did to my face, n***a
I fucked around and lived, that's your mistake, n***a
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 n***as 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 n***a, when I find him, man, that n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a
And bring his head back to my office n***a (Haha!)
And I still got the...
[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
Looking for this n***a, when I find him, man, that n***a 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 n***a, I see you fuck n***as still don't get it
I told n***as I'm the machine, right?
I'm still here n***a
N***as seen me, thought they'd seen a ghost, n***a
Like I said before them shits was scooby snacks, n***a
Yeah, you know what though?
(I'll blow your motherfucking head off)