Y’ont Get It

[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
(Woo!)
Looking for this nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga 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 nigga that put the work in
I told my lil' niggas get to lurking
Green light on these niggas, get to murking
I run into that pussy nigga, then it's curtain (Haaa!)
Nigga crossed the mob, we ain't gone' let it slide
I'm coming for you, bitch nigga you better hide
I reside where it's a eye for a eye
Meaning if a fuck nigga violate you then you better ride
Chopper loaded let it quakе, nigga
Before you die look mе in my face, nigga
See what that wig shot did to my face, nigga
I fucked around and lived, that's your mistake, nigga
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 niggas 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 nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga
And bring his head back to my office nigga (Haha!)
And I still got the...

[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
Looking for this nigga, when I find him, man, that nigga 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 nigga, I see you fuck niggas still don't get it
I told niggas I'm the machine, right?
I'm still here nigga
Niggas seen me, thought they'd seen a ghost, nigga
Like I said before them shits was scooby snacks, nigga
Yeah, you know what though?
(I'll blow your motherfucking head off)