Yeah, nigga
We on go mode, nigga, 24/7, bitch
Yeah, young bul with me
In his hoodie, nigga
Look
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you see me clap shit
The shooter of my team, I'm Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I'd be called the GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother's water broke (talk to 'em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (ha)
This shit like the lethal injection, but a larger dose (no cap)
See they events, they don't never let the Machine in it (they don't let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys and autotune-singin' comedians (hahaha)
Lebron when he went back to Cleveland, here come the king again (here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch that resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said, "you bein' cheap again" (ha)
F*ckin' that bitch raw, bust in her and I'm gon' leave it in
Then have her in a Uber, textin' when she gon' see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big Ghost do our thing again (we back, nigga)
They see the level up, they know the kind of bags I'm bringin' in (I'm eatin')
Greek freak shit, 2020, I'm MVP again (uh-huh)
Showed the whole world nobody f*ckin' with me again (nobody f*ckin' with me, nigga)
Look, I'm from the bottom, most of our mamas was drug addicts (huh)
Then we grew up and started dabblin' in drug traffic (no cap)
That was the homie, now we gotta throw a slug at 'em (brr)
Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin' (bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms (send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon' walk in, he gon' see a shooter, baby in his arms
(Come in the house, nigga, gimme that f*ckin' paper, nigga)
Yeah, f*ck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga (you know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's how-how we-do it
That's-that's how-how we-do it
That's how we do it, how we-do-we-do it
That's how we do, how we do it
Get-get it done, get-get it done
Get it done, get it done
That-that's my-my word-word
Legit, how I tear shit up
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Yeah, nigga
We on go mode, nigga, 24/7, bitch
Yeah, young bul with me
In his hoodie, nigga
Look
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you see me clap shit
The shooter of my team, I'm Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I'd be called the GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother's water broke (talk to 'em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (ha)
This shit like the lethal injection, but a larger dose (no cap)
See they events, they don't never let the Machine in it (they don't let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys and autotune-singin' comedians (hahaha)
Lebron when he went back to Cleveland, here come the king again (here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch that resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said, "you bein' cheap again" (ha)
F*ckin' that bitch raw, bust in her and I'm gon' leave it in
Then have her in a Uber, textin' when she gon' see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big Ghost do our thing again (we back, nigga)
They see the level up, they know the kind of bags I'm bringin' in (I'm eatin')
Greek freak shit, 2020, I'm MVP again (uh-huh)
Showed the whole world nobody f*ckin' with me again (nobody f*ckin' with me, nigga)
Look, I'm from the bottom, most of our mamas was drug addicts (huh)
Then we grew up and started dabblin' in drug traffic (no cap)
That was the homie, now we gotta throw a slug at 'em (brr)
Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin' (bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms (send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon' walk in, he gon' see a shooter, baby in his arms
(Come in the house, nigga, gimme that f*ckin' paper, nigga)
Yeah, f*ck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga (you know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's how-how we-do it
That's-that's how-how we-do it
That's how we do it, how we-do-we-do it
That's how we do, how we do it
Get-get it done, get-get it done
Get it done, get it done
That-that's my-my word-word
Legit, how I tear shit up
We on go mode, nigga, 24/7, bitch
Yeah, young bul with me
In his hoodie, nigga
Look
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you see me clap shit
The shooter of my team, I'm Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I'd be called the GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother's water broke (talk to 'em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (ha)
This shit like the lethal injection, but a larger dose (no cap)
See they events, they don't never let the Machine in it (they don't let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys and autotune-singin' comedians (hahaha)
Lebron when he went back to Cleveland, here come the king again (here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch that resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said, "you bein' cheap again" (ha)
F*ckin' that bitch raw, bust in her and I'm gon' leave it in
Then have her in a Uber, textin' when she gon' see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big Ghost do our thing again (we back, nigga)
They see the level up, they know the kind of bags I'm bringin' in (I'm eatin')
Greek freak shit, 2020, I'm MVP again (uh-huh)
Showed the whole world nobody f*ckin' with me again (nobody f*ckin' with me, nigga)
Look, I'm from the bottom, most of our mamas was drug addicts (huh)
Then we grew up and started dabblin' in drug traffic (no cap)
That was the homie, now we gotta throw a slug at 'em (brr)
Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin' (bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms (send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon' walk in, he gon' see a shooter, baby in his arms
(Come in the house, nigga, gimme that f*ckin' paper, nigga)
Yeah, f*ck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga (you know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's how-how we-do it
That's-that's how-how we-do it
That's how we do it, how we-do-we-do it
That's how we do, how we do it
Get-get it done, get-get it done
Get it done, get it done
That-that's my-my word-word
Legit, how I tear shit up
Writer: Demond Price
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