Claw Machine
Better play dead
It's time to break bread
I hit it first like Ray J said
You a oldie, you a little gray head
Don't know many people they be hatin on me
Make em have the blues while I be rakin the green
When I hit the top I'm gonna take the A-team
Walk up to your door and then we breakin the screen
This that new sound
Waitin for the new round
We were too loud
Walkin round with 2 pounds
Wasn't too proud
Had to go and cool down
Put in that work
I be sleepin in the stu now
Walk up to door step
Hope she didn't forget
It ain't even 4 yet
Said she want more sex
Time to get more wet
But it's okay cause I'm rockin Nike Gore Tex
Smoke the raw with green
I can hardly see
We the saucy team
There's a different cost for me
So I bought her 3
You know what I wanna see
I push her button then she drop it like a claw machine
I'm like a claw machine
The way I'm takin all ya green
Man I, I swear to God there's an animal in me
I'm fucking M B
I'm the fucking emcee
Don't need a fucking MD
I need money and M E
M F
Mother fucker
I don't rest
Harder than the rest
Fresher than some Crest
Or some Colgate
You need to relocate
Girly give me good blow
Not talkin bout no cocaine
I'm talkin bout that woah brain
Gettin green like romaine
Spit this shit so profane
I'm a pro mane
Get up out my domain
You already know man
I'm back with the crew
And we don't fuck with wack homies
Cause that's not what we do
We take pictures and screw
We take bitches and screw
We twisted like screws
We just pick and we choose
Yeah this what we do
Who woulda knew
We always knew
It's always been known
Been so long in the stu
And yeah I hope that it's shown
Whatchu what whatchu want
Whatchu need
Got the guap got the pot and the green
Come n shake that body-ody
Then gimme some sloppy toppy
I call her my foxy mommy
She said that she miss me prolly
Addicted to my new hobby
Go hop on the other trolly
Can't tell you bout every party
My memory has been foggy
Workin hard then we partying
I am not your guardian
Tried to twist my top but I'm hard to spin
Bitch you thought
You shoulda thought again
But you can't over think it
Tryna stay afloat but they hopin we sinkin
So I cope with the smoke I don't really be drinkin
Every quote that I wrote hope you know that I live it
Just let me live it
Give me a minute
We gonna kill it
Got no limit
Drop it like a claw machine
Droppin like she off a bean
Now she need a coffee bean
Then I said get off of me
Like a claw machine
Like a like a claw machine
Like a claw machine
Like a like a claw machine
It's time to break bread
I hit it first like Ray J said
You a oldie, you a little gray head
Don't know many people they be hatin on me
Make em have the blues while I be rakin the green
When I hit the top I'm gonna take the A-team
Walk up to your door and then we breakin the screen
This that new sound
Waitin for the new round
We were too loud
Walkin round with 2 pounds
Wasn't too proud
Had to go and cool down
Put in that work
I be sleepin in the stu now
Walk up to door step
Hope she didn't forget
It ain't even 4 yet
Said she want more sex
Time to get more wet
But it's okay cause I'm rockin Nike Gore Tex
Smoke the raw with green
I can hardly see
We the saucy team
There's a different cost for me
So I bought her 3
You know what I wanna see
I push her button then she drop it like a claw machine
I'm like a claw machine
The way I'm takin all ya green
Man I, I swear to God there's an animal in me
I'm fucking M B
I'm the fucking emcee
Don't need a fucking MD
I need money and M E
M F
Mother fucker
I don't rest
Harder than the rest
Fresher than some Crest
Or some Colgate
You need to relocate
Girly give me good blow
Not talkin bout no cocaine
I'm talkin bout that woah brain
Gettin green like romaine
Spit this shit so profane
I'm a pro mane
Get up out my domain
You already know man
I'm back with the crew
And we don't fuck with wack homies
Cause that's not what we do
We take pictures and screw
We take bitches and screw
We twisted like screws
We just pick and we choose
Yeah this what we do
Who woulda knew
We always knew
It's always been known
Been so long in the stu
And yeah I hope that it's shown
Whatchu what whatchu want
Whatchu need
Got the guap got the pot and the green
Come n shake that body-ody
Then gimme some sloppy toppy
I call her my foxy mommy
She said that she miss me prolly
Addicted to my new hobby
Go hop on the other trolly
Can't tell you bout every party
My memory has been foggy
Workin hard then we partying
I am not your guardian
Tried to twist my top but I'm hard to spin
Bitch you thought
You shoulda thought again
But you can't over think it
Tryna stay afloat but they hopin we sinkin
So I cope with the smoke I don't really be drinkin
Every quote that I wrote hope you know that I live it
Just let me live it
Give me a minute
We gonna kill it
Got no limit
Drop it like a claw machine
Droppin like she off a bean
Now she need a coffee bean
Then I said get off of me
Like a claw machine
Like a like a claw machine
Like a claw machine
Like a like a claw machine
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Writer(s): Michael Bittner
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