Nash, Hall - Machine Gun Black lyrics

Yeah y'know, Detroit and Buffalo are kinda
Like long lost cousins
That's why, to me, it makes sense
Shady and Griselda
Y'know, I felt like this before
Nostalgia, bitch just Blaze

Uh, let the drum off quick (Uh, huh)
Youngin runnin' through that shortcut
He dump off blick (Brr)
Youngin dump off stick
(Hah) , I made one call
He slumped y'all quick (yeah)
Nigga, there's room in the trunk, y'all fit
(Ha) ayo, this for my niggas on the
Bus takin' up north trips
SKS in the Dolce trench (Brr)
Dice game, mink to the floor, throwin' trips
Throwin' bricks
Bring me back eighty by the fifth
Uh, look, jet fuel, blow a zip full
(Smokin') twenty racks, blue hundreds
That's a fistful (That's light, nigga)
I stand over that stove, whip that brick good
(Whip up) rap shit don't work out? Fuck it
My wrist good (Ha ha haha)
Ayo, just turned two to three and a half
(Whip)
And it's still fire, ate through the bag
Gucci duffel with snakes on the bag
I keep my grass shorter, Patrick
No top Rocky, your shit boring
Spark the Dutch, dump the ash on your foreign
Up in Ace, snuck the four-four in
(What's poppin'?)
If this was '98, I would've fucked Lauryn
(Ha) my dog lost a hundred bags and
Got a hundred more in (That's light, homie)
Gave twenty to my lil' niggas
Break it all down, you get the bigger picture
Elevator in my bitch house
Shot the fuck nigga bitch house (Brr)
Went from the shells, knock the crib over
(Brr) this ain't playing with you niggas
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Went from the shells, knock the crib over
(Brr)
Bought a brick, nigga, gave me two bigs over
(Dummy)
I'm the illest, I put that on my life
A rap nigga blood, I put that on my knife
The Dsquared2 jacket was lavender and white
Eatin' alligator bites
Twenty racks, get a half a key tonight (Woah)
Ayo, connect got 'em half of the price
Shoot it, ain't hear shit
Wasn't clappin' it right
This the Passion of Christ
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
'Cause niggas wanna hang me
Niggas out in Paris wanna paint me
The four pound never on safety
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
All these bad bitches want me lately
Drop top like AZ (Skrrt)
Then I copped the Lam, who wanna race me?
(Skrrt)
Yeah, back to back Lams, I let my bitch drive
Think I'm slippin'
Light six from the fifth fly (Boom, boom)
Sticks got the trash bags and the zip-ties
(Hah)
Sit it underneath the fan, let that brick dry
Cookin' fish like a fish fry
Chrome eight hundred, that's the big guy
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hit the nigga with the dummy brick
Locked up in Ohio, me and money grip
Fifty rounds back to back, let a hundred rip
(Brr) nigga screamin' like a bitch
When his stomach hit, uh
(Ha) the nigga brains hit the ceiling (Boom)
Thank God for drug dealin'
Uh, in my aunt kitchen whippin' Os up
(Whip up)
Uncle showed me how to make the stove jump
(My nigga)
Ayo, the shit jump like Zach LaVine
Wore medium tan and Lo green
My plug sniff the whole thing
Thirty in his clip
Youngin blicked the whole thing (Brr, ow)
Thirty in his clip
Youngin blicked the whole thing (yeah)