Walshing Machine
Uh, uh, uh
Yung Sky in this bitch
BDirty in this bitch
BJ in this bitch
Blrrt, Blrrt
Walshing Machine
All of my haters, they watching me sing
Go to a store buy a watch for the team
Look at my lyrics and watch what they mean
Splash on these bitches no aquamarine
All of these bitches, they wanna be me
Stand on my cash and I'm 16 foot three
Me and the gang, there's no opp in between
Before you diss the gang you better get yo cash up
Play wit us we shoot you, no way home like it's a mash up
We all jus some fiends, get the green then we stack up
Don't come up to me talkin some shit that you can't back up
You better call up yo backup cuz you know that I keep it on me
And we be shootin them bullets right into yo gang, make y'all flop like Ginobili
You think you can hang wit us, we keep on shooting and now yo gang dying slowly
I swear I'm the OG at this shit not talking Anunoby
You know that I'm pullin up shootin like eight rounds and I'm not talkin Kobe
You know I'm a real killer in May, yeah I'm not talkin Sony
Robbin yo gang and I'm leavin wit rollies and all this ice on me
I am the greatest in the fuckin game, I am the one and the only
Hahaha
Yeah
Yeah we chill and shit
We jus be drillin shit
We jus be killin shit
Haha
Shit too easy
Shit too easy
Yeah, Blrrt
Shit too easy
A nigga talkin crazy he get the bullets like Drew Breesey
I'm reppin 504 and you know you get the meaning
I wet that nigga kill his body left him on the cement
He got the blick pointed at his noggin now that nigga dreamin
Thought I killed this nigga I don't even know what I was thinkin
I'm rubbin my eyes, I'm blinkin
Diamonds crushed up, they sinkin
I'm gettin these tats, I'm inkin
I'm drunk in this bitch, I'm drinkin
I'm on this lil beat, I ain't singin
I got Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh
Yuh Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh
Yuh I got Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
200 thousands, finna make it rain
Bitch I ball like Luol Deng
Different designers, ain't nothin the same
Yo clothes poo as fuck I don't know why you came
Bitch don't say nun you already know my name
I blow ya head off I got fuckin aim
He ate 4 bullets, man that shit's a shame
I don't know who to blame
It is what it is
I'm wit a new bitch
My niggas get money
I ain't talkin Mitch
Survive this canon
Boy you wish
When I get the bleen, cook yo ass and now you grits
I have you flippin in this bitch like In N Out in this bitch
Fuckin on yo hoe I'm diggin it down and I'm in and out of this bitch
Yuh
This shit too easy
This shit too easy
Yuh
Me and my niggas, I swear that we clappin
Nigga want static, let him have it
Me and my niggas, I swear we bout action
Pull up to the club and then I get to blastin
I don't care where we at
I don't care what you do
And I don't care who you is
Me and my niggas we really get blues
Posted up and you know we got them glocks
Niggas play I pull up and let it pop
Me and my niggas I swear we got glocks
And we post on the block
If a nigga want smoke
Imma pull it let it blow
Yeah
I been draggin my head at his face and a hunnid round K
Yeah Yeah
And I got a new stick nigga know Imma just shoot right on the block
Walk down gang, we don't do no drive-bys
If a nigga play, imma shoot him right in the eye
They hit the boy with the glock that's summerside
Nigga don't play or you could die
You know where we steppin
You know where we at
Yeah I'm got them truths
This some real shit
Pull up, get it back and we enter la trap tho
Me and my niggas, I swear we got racks tho
We go to Cali to get the la pounds tho
Nigga know I got them rounds tho
If he just play Imma hit him, he a clown tho
Go to the trap, yeah I gotta get them rounds tho
Nigga know I gotta get them pounds tho
But back to this rap shit
Tryna get money and move to the hills
Me and my niggas, we eatin on ribs
Niggas keep playin but they can get hit in they ribs
I told that hoe that I can't leave her a tip
But you did good how you was lickin the tip
That bitch ate the dick up
That bitch ate the dick up
That bitch jus said "I gotta hiccup"
Fuckin that bitch yeah I like how she look up
Ah ah
Me and my niggas we gettin the truths
Ah ah ah
Me and my niggas you know what we do
We out, ah
You know we got racks too
Nigga play Imma just blast them
Nigga know I got no cap too
I ain't gotta cap tho
Me and my niggas don't rap tho
We just trap tho
We on this rap shit now
NSD Bryant
Yuh
This shit too easy
This shit too easy
Yuh
Yung Sky in this bitch
BDirty in this bitch
BJ in this bitch
Blrrt, Blrrt
Walshing Machine
All of my haters, they watching me sing
Go to a store buy a watch for the team
Look at my lyrics and watch what they mean
Splash on these bitches no aquamarine
All of these bitches, they wanna be me
Stand on my cash and I'm 16 foot three
Me and the gang, there's no opp in between
Before you diss the gang you better get yo cash up
Play wit us we shoot you, no way home like it's a mash up
We all jus some fiends, get the green then we stack up
Don't come up to me talkin some shit that you can't back up
You better call up yo backup cuz you know that I keep it on me
And we be shootin them bullets right into yo gang, make y'all flop like Ginobili
You think you can hang wit us, we keep on shooting and now yo gang dying slowly
I swear I'm the OG at this shit not talking Anunoby
You know that I'm pullin up shootin like eight rounds and I'm not talkin Kobe
You know I'm a real killer in May, yeah I'm not talkin Sony
Robbin yo gang and I'm leavin wit rollies and all this ice on me
I am the greatest in the fuckin game, I am the one and the only
Hahaha
Yeah
Yeah we chill and shit
We jus be drillin shit
We jus be killin shit
Haha
Shit too easy
Shit too easy
Yeah, Blrrt
Shit too easy
A nigga talkin crazy he get the bullets like Drew Breesey
I'm reppin 504 and you know you get the meaning
I wet that nigga kill his body left him on the cement
He got the blick pointed at his noggin now that nigga dreamin
Thought I killed this nigga I don't even know what I was thinkin
I'm rubbin my eyes, I'm blinkin
Diamonds crushed up, they sinkin
I'm gettin these tats, I'm inkin
I'm drunk in this bitch, I'm drinkin
I'm on this lil beat, I ain't singin
I got Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh
Yuh Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh
Yuh I got Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
Yuh Drew in this bitch, who you bringin?
200 thousands, finna make it rain
Bitch I ball like Luol Deng
Different designers, ain't nothin the same
Yo clothes poo as fuck I don't know why you came
Bitch don't say nun you already know my name
I blow ya head off I got fuckin aim
He ate 4 bullets, man that shit's a shame
I don't know who to blame
It is what it is
I'm wit a new bitch
My niggas get money
I ain't talkin Mitch
Survive this canon
Boy you wish
When I get the bleen, cook yo ass and now you grits
I have you flippin in this bitch like In N Out in this bitch
Fuckin on yo hoe I'm diggin it down and I'm in and out of this bitch
Yuh
This shit too easy
This shit too easy
Yuh
Me and my niggas, I swear that we clappin
Nigga want static, let him have it
Me and my niggas, I swear we bout action
Pull up to the club and then I get to blastin
I don't care where we at
I don't care what you do
And I don't care who you is
Me and my niggas we really get blues
Posted up and you know we got them glocks
Niggas play I pull up and let it pop
Me and my niggas I swear we got glocks
And we post on the block
If a nigga want smoke
Imma pull it let it blow
Yeah
I been draggin my head at his face and a hunnid round K
Yeah Yeah
And I got a new stick nigga know Imma just shoot right on the block
Walk down gang, we don't do no drive-bys
If a nigga play, imma shoot him right in the eye
They hit the boy with the glock that's summerside
Nigga don't play or you could die
You know where we steppin
You know where we at
Yeah I'm got them truths
This some real shit
Pull up, get it back and we enter la trap tho
Me and my niggas, I swear we got racks tho
We go to Cali to get the la pounds tho
Nigga know I got them rounds tho
If he just play Imma hit him, he a clown tho
Go to the trap, yeah I gotta get them rounds tho
Nigga know I gotta get them pounds tho
But back to this rap shit
Tryna get money and move to the hills
Me and my niggas, we eatin on ribs
Niggas keep playin but they can get hit in they ribs
I told that hoe that I can't leave her a tip
But you did good how you was lickin the tip
That bitch ate the dick up
That bitch ate the dick up
That bitch jus said "I gotta hiccup"
Fuckin that bitch yeah I like how she look up
Ah ah
Me and my niggas we gettin the truths
Ah ah ah
Me and my niggas you know what we do
We out, ah
You know we got racks too
Nigga play Imma just blast them
Nigga know I got no cap too
I ain't gotta cap tho
Me and my niggas don't rap tho
We just trap tho
We on this rap shit now
NSD Bryant
Yuh
This shit too easy
This shit too easy
Yuh
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Writer(s): B Dirty
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