Machine

Alright, turn it up bruh

Yeah
Yeah

Big moves every week, we're changing the game
Big chains on my cosmic drip
La shawty a freak, go out with a bang
Hop on the scene with a new drip

Pound of new weed, she's grippin' the grain
Finna go rock on your shit
Can't go to sleep, white pills on the stage
Hit on the bong then I rip (yeah)

You jealous of my bitch?
'Cause your girl too chubby?
She's a white stuck up bitch
Whose daddy's got some money (oh my god)

Flick of the wrist, I'm raising like cane
My Patek a blue water hurricane (yeah!)
Popping no pills, still tripping like Quad
The magic I spit, breath in the flame

Off of the rip, big check and with my name in it
Travis was right, this life has no change in it
My circle is tight, but you cannot manage in it
Light skins and Latinas, yeah, my favorite mix
Those girls be my types 'cause they have got big tits
Hop up in big coupes, yeah, we be swerving whips

I beat up the pussy, she tastes like Vanilla
Give chops like Bruce Lee on my way to a milla
She squirts a tsunami, covered Gucci 'Brellas
She gets down on her knees to go suck on my villain