Shark Guts - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Brr, yeah

Uh, Machine, nigga

Bust a brick out the plastic

Whip it, stretch it like elastic (Whip up)

Let it dry, then bag it

Cut your phone on and get in traffic (We outside)

Keep a shooters that’s a habit

He gon' empty out his ratchet (Brr)

His pop got killed when he was sixteen

Turned that nigga to a savage

Mom smokin', she an addict

Brother doin' time in Dallas

Dropped out of all his classes

Fuck school, he just wanna whack shit

Reject 2, that’s a classic

Hall N Nash, that’s a classic

Hitler 1 through 7, all classic (What else?)

Griselda Ghost, that’s a classic (What else?)

FLYGOD, that’s a classic (Talk to 'em)

Awesome God, that’s a classic (What else?)

Tana Talk 3, that’s a classic (Ah)

Blientele, that’s a classic (Talk to 'em)

Plugs I Met, that’s a classic (Huh)

F.O.O.D 1 through 4, all classic

Look What I Became, that’s a classic

What Would ChineGun Do, that’s a classic (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Brr, brr

You know, the bitches be on my body lately

Hahahaha

She said I smell like a meal ticket

She said I taste like a million bucks (Like a million bucks)

Said I probably knew her baby daddy (I don’t know that nigga)

But she told me I probably still could fuck (Hah)

Hmm (Hahahaha)

What more is left for me to do, uh?

(I done did it all, nigga)

What more is left for me to do, uh?

(I mean you see the bag I’m gettin' off

this shit, haha)

What more is left for me to do?

(You see the Instagram, man, you see the

bitches I’m fuckin', nigga, and the cars I’m drivin')

What more is left for me to do?