[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah yeah, pass that my n***a
Swing that
Know I mean ?
Just out there doin what we do
This motherfuckin money
Take off your motherfuckin top n***a

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Cookies with the wax and my cigar was pouring
I got it shipped over from my dog in Oakland
Cough from smoking, the safety on the 40 is broken
So I”m'a hit a few n***as when the 40 open
Killers don’t act off emotions
Conway, Prodigy, shooting like Lowry, Demar DeRozan
Every time I spit a bar is like God has spoken
That’s why they feel my music way across the ocean
Throwing my mask, black hoodie, pack the black fully automatic, brat brat, facts, I am that bully
Three hoes cutting my black skully I’m that gully
Talk to me crazy get your mouth back smacked bloody
Trust me, shit really ‘bout to get that ugly
Fuck a chain, I buy machine guns with my rap money
Gotta bunch of young n***as that’ll clap for me
Whack from me, pop a n***a take the rack from me
When I got hit they was hoping it was a wrap for me
Nah I’m back dummies, fuck it
My n***as open wings shots to clean trap money
Using the sack or selling birds, ain’t that funny?
Ain’t it ironic, all my shit is iconic, fire chronic, Machine bitch, my balls is bionic
Bodies get chocked up, drive-by on walk ups
You’re trying the run, my lil homies was waiting in the shortcut
That’s how we was brought up
The OG’s they taught us : just stack your money, stay down, don’t snitch if you get caught up
My dog headed to Elmira on the prison tour bus
He hit a n***a twelve year old sister shooting his sports shop
He had my homie going on a vacation
Told me that snitch, we gon get em, we gon stay patient
Pop his leg first before the K waist em
I’m’a piss on the n***a face, like I’m Ray Nathan
[Hook]
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully, couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully, couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Machine with the bandana rap on it
That's Conway and P, that's a slapper homie
That's where the base say, New York say it's a fire dunn
They ain't want this murder then, why the fuck you hire thugs
As sure as blood is burning in my veins
I serve verses like cain, burn rappers like haze
I kill you slow like AIDS, we laugh at your pain
That fish you make is funny when your crying
I'm a say I'm very disappointed with you, thought you was a mobster
I got your bitch dog, come as a bitch, I'm a pure breed G's
And you a mix bread fucker
You was talking major shit, now your calling me your brother, n***a
I am not your bro, you was never the homie
You tried to set me off for death, but I'm still going
It's very apparent that you're fronting
And I'm the one bustin with the broken safe button
[Hook]
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully, couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully, couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button