MACHETE - XoN/TAZ

Celly on the run

Do this she for fun

I drop 20 tapes and you still got none

Think you 'bout done

I be like the sun

When you see the flash from the bare litter gun

TAZ boy I be the f**king pessimist

Never had no positivity no seeing heaven b***h

Post up in the studio my b***h she here and dressing s**t

I might pop a pill again 'cuz

Lately I been Stressing s**t

Hit it from the back and

We racking up the rest of it

Half of full ey f**k it

We might just do what's left of it

Fiends up on my line I hit

Ignore and they at the door

House made of bricks but not

The ones you get in the store

Talking all white pure fish like it's peco

Xapin be a life style

Chasing after checks tho

Never catch me slipping even if I'm on the wet floor

Heard that Lil boy still mad he need to let go

Heard he think I'm trash roll up

And switching the killing and hitting the flows

See I bet you watching every

Tweet really I'm flipping the O's

I guess they just mad because

My girl in love and holding me

Put a hold up in the whip but

Look there ain't no holding me

Imma walk around just a Lil b***h straighter

When they gon learn they can't f**k with a player

I think imma dragon the way I'm spitting that hot s**t

I can make 'em drop quick fists in my pocket

All white like I'm

I ride in the Masi Maserati

Got b***hes AK and Lil bro here right beside me

Just like the migos how I'm dressed in Versace

I'm killing all these beats and nobody can stop me aye

Me and young Taz smoking booth in the booth aye

Choppa so big that the clips touch the roof aye

B***h you can't worry what my gang gon do aye

Just know when you leaving that

Your b***h coming through aye

Pull up on your block send some shot now you terrified

And if you want the action then

We sliding like it's red outside

Xon I be posting out in paradise

Check your man before we pull up leave him paralyzed

Shout out to my ex's 'cuz

Now I'm getting checks and

I don't f**k with b***hes finding different man to text aye

I be posted out the with them really shooters really hitters

Know we clutching on that really steel and will kill you

Got your b***h aye on my big

Better pray I don't trip when I grip on the stick ayy

All my goons sliding why you hoes whining

Pull up and them yelling out my name like the shinning aye