Letra de ' Shark Guts (feat. Big Ghost Ltd) ' de 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 and then you bag it
Cut your phone on and get in traffic (we outside)
Keep the shooter, that's a habit (hah)
He gon' empty out his ratchet (brrrt)
Poppa killed when he was sixteen
Turned that nigga to a savage (that nigga bugged out)
Mom smokin', she a addict (smokin')
Brother doin' time in dallas (free the brodie)
Dropped out of all his classes (hah)
Fuck school, he just wanna whack shit (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Reject 2, that's a classic
Hall & nash, that's a classic
Hitler I through vii, 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 (hah)
Blientele, that's a classic (talk to 'em)
Plugs I met, that's a classic (hah!)
F.O.O.D. 1 through 4, all classic
Look what I became, that's a classic (woo)
What would chinegun do, that's a classic (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hahaha, yeah (brr, brr)
You know, the bitches been on my body lately
Hahahaha

She said I smell like a meal ticket
She said I taste like a million bucks (like a mill')
Said I probably knew her baby daddy (I don't know that nigga, bitch)
She told me that I 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 history I made, you see the bitches I'm fuckin', nigga, and the cars I'm drivin')
What more is left for me to do?