Neat Machine II (feat. Pressa)

I think I popped two Percs

Percies

But I'm still alert

I am

Walk on your block and I lurk

Lurk

Red beam, I need a green latern

Green

Headshot, then I send you Satern

Yeah

I find a bridge then I burn

Burn

I shoot this glizzy like Steve Kerr

Kerr

This glizzy burn your hair like a perm

Perm

I'm off a Perc so I talk with a slur

Slur

I think of Three 6 Mafia sippin' sizzurp

Walk up with a glizzy then I burst

Pop out the cut like a burp

I'm in the trap with the birds

Birds

I'm in the trap with my youngin's 'cause they gotta learn

Youngin's

Bad bitch sucked my dick, said she from Malvern

Make the dope come back like a U-turn

U-turn

Take a bad boy but he just a gerb

Turn an opp to a herb pack

Turn an opp to a pack

Pack

93.5 **** and still can't lack

Nope

I be subliminal, dissin' the opps in my rap

Your gang should be called new era ya' cap

They call me press machine

We can't

Fiend

I put gas in the E

E

He remind me of a diff—

Fy

I make him drop to his knees

Head, head, head, head, head, headshot

I-I-I'm from the block, we shot a cop

I'm smokin' demi, it make me hot, hot, hot

It make me hot, hot, hot, hot

I put the G in the Glock

Glock

And I put the B in the block

Block

And I put the C in the clock

Clock

Work, work, work, work, work

I put a snake in the box

Lion and the tigers and the bears

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I ain't a typical ****

No

My ****, they trip off a trip

Trip

And a **** said Jane's a jigga

Jigga

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

A **** said Jane's a jigga

Gay

I sit on lil' **** like Simba

Simba

Nineteen-eleven is kimber

Gah, I'm pain

Uh, uh, I'm sauce, I'm wauce

Uh, sauce

I'm gang, I'm lost

Uh, yeh-z

I still sing like frost

Frost

And she do lines like floss

Lots

Trap line never off

Off

There's lines I never cross

Cross, yep, uh