Machete Lyrics

So many nights that I prayed for this shit, baby I'm made for this shit

Ain't suckin' dick, tell her get out the whip

now her ass throwin' a fit

I know you a bitch and thats straight off the rip

Ain't writin' no diss, it came straight off the Mental

No pad, I don't need no pencil Copy my style, they use it like stencils

Boy you a fraud, pullin' your card

I need to see them credentials

Told her quit runnin' her mouth But when I'm up in it, I fuck up her dental

Touching the body, the dick that I give her I know wont ever forget it

Woah, they ain't met a white boy like me A1s with a brand new white tee

In the club, I've been fuckin' it up now

Shawty bad, keep on backin' it up, yeah

I really had nothin', back then was rugged

I could get used to this lifestyle

What the fuck do you mean, lil buddy?

I get you knocked off for a couple hundred

But my youngins, they bout it, they do it for nothin'

No one on ones, you know we gon' stomp 'em

I ain't gon' fight 'em I got that fire, I'm quick to ignite them

Roll with them dragons like Raya On me, you ain't know it get this deep

On me, if I said it, I meant it

Never a time I regret it

Said he want war?

light it bitch up, turn this shit to Armageddon

Hell no, I know they ain't ready Choppin' it up like Machete

All bout my bag & it's hefty

All bout my bag & it's hefty

Bout to blow just like confetti That bitch, she bad, she a wetty

If she ain't bad then she messy

Hit from the back, call her Becky No, you ain't gettin' no fetty

No, you ain't gettin' no guap

He ain't gon' work on that block

But he gon' go talk to the cops

Fuck do you mean, lil buddy?

I'm on it, Keep talkin' down and I'll leave your ass open

Smokin' your ass like I rolled up a stogie

Keep talkin' down he get put in a box

No I ain't lying, I got it on lock

Boy, you get cooked up, dope in the pot

Got em all shook up, I do it a lot

Been havin' dreams about coppin' a drop

Pullin' it out while I look in the lot

Looking back, I see you watching lil buddy, you know I'm on top

So many nights that I pray for this shit

Baby, I'm made for this shit

Ain't suckin' dick tell her get out the whip

Now her ass throwin' a fit

I know you a bitch and that's straight off the rip

Ain't writin' no diss, it came straight off the mental

No pad, I don't need no pencil

Copy my style, they use it like stencils