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    Yeah, nigga
    Reject, nigga
    Machine, bitch
    Daringer, you already know
    We do what we do what we do nigga
    Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
    Look, look

    Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!
    Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip
    Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
    Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings nigga
    They figured I'd be down and out
    They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
    Nigga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out
    I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out
    Lit the Swisher then put the sour out
    Then go in the booth, black it like a power out
    Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it
    Balmain denim drawers is limited
    This for them niggas with twenty year sentences
    Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit
    Look, Daringer, what it is?
    Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything

    Anybody can get it
    I got it on me now, homie you can get it
    You niggas talkin', but I live it
    I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga
    I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
    You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga
    And anybody can get it
    Anybody can get it nigga

    Damn, you can't run a brick but you still sellin' nicks in the rain
    You 36 and a lame, they don't mention your name
    I pull up with extendo, the clip and it hang
    Dump a clip where you hang, you think this shit is a game my nigga? (stop playin' nigga)
    Your mouth gon' get you fuckin' killed
    You livin' off a reputation that your brother built
    I got this shit sewed like a fuckin' quilt
    Steam the broccoli, the Glock in the Versace belt
    S.E. gang, fuck everybody else
    Caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt
    A fifth of vodka on the shelf, smokin' Cali, it gotta melt
    You can tell the sour from how it smelled
    I'm that nigga, that's how I felt
    As far as rhymin' goes, this shit is like a lion runnin' down an elk
    I'm a giant, you a fuckin' elf
    All I need is this iron nigga, fuck the help
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    Anybody can get it
    I got it on me now, homie you can get it
    You niggas talkin', but I live it
    I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga
    I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
    You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga
    And anybody can get it
    Anybody can get it nigga

    These niggas ain't the Machine
    I come through and paint the scene, red HK with the laser beam
    Thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream
    You fuck niggas rockin' Old Navy jeans
    It's 'bout to be a long night
    Put the wax in the bong, hit it twice
    Stay in your lane if you wanna live a long life
    The bitches get long pipe all night
    The 9-11 Porsche white
    Still go to Onyx, throw up twenty like Lebron on an off night
    You at your momma house, they 'bout to cut off lights
    But every other verse, you rappin' like you off white
    You do it like me, movie time, I'm Spike Lee
    Bad white bitch like Ice-T
    Bag the rock and 501's in a white tee
    But I paid seven-fifty for the Nikes

    Anybody can get it
    I got it on me now, homie you can get it
    You niggas talkin', but I live it
    I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga
    I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin'
    You fuck around, you gon' come up missin' nigga
    And anybody can get it
    Anybody can get it nigga

    Griselda, Griselda
    And that goes for any one of you fuck niggas man
    You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100
    I'm so tired of you bitch ass niggas keep talkin'
    And runnin' your mouth like fuckin' dick suckers nigga
    Can't none of you niggas fuck with me man
    I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you niggas man
    Man, y'all niggas need a bundle
    You can get a bundle nigga, get in the hood nigga

    Alright? Alright? Damn
    Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
    Shit ain't that hard
    As long as it ain't no crowd
    Look, I ain't killin' no kids or no old folks aight?
    Ay man, who the fuck gon' be old out there at twelve at night, man?
    Shit nigga, I'll smoke anybody, I just don't give a fuck
    I'm gon' hit this shit nigga

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    Composition: Daringer

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