Anybody lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, n*gga
Reject, n*gga
Machine, b*tch
Daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do, n*gga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Reject sh*t, it's the Machine, b*tch!
Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip (Brrt)
n*ggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them f*ckin' leggings, n*gga (Hahahaha)
They figured I'd be down and out
They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
n*gga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out
I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out (Uh)
Lit the Swisher then put the sour out
Then go in the booth, black it like a power out (Uh)
Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it (Cap)
Balmain denim drawers is limited (Uh)
This for them n*ggas with twenty year sentences
Young n*ggas jumpin' out the van with extended sh*t (Lock and load)
Look, Daringer, what it is?
Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything
[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie, you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you n*ggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, n*gga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You f*ck around, you gon' come up missin', n*gga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to f*ckin' God, n*gga)
Anybody can get it, n*gga

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Damn, you can't run a brick but you still sellin' nicks in the rain
You 36 and a lame, they don't mention your name (Hahahaha)
I pull up with extendo, the clip and it hang
Dump a clip where you hang, you think this sh*t is a game, my n*gga? (Stop playin', n*gga)
Your mouth gon' get you f*ckin' killed (Huh?)
You livin' off a reputation that your brother built
I got this sh*t sowed like a f*ckin' quilt
Hah, steam the broccoli, the Glock in the Versace belt (Woo)
S.E. Gang, f*ck everybody else
Caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt (Brrt)
A fifth of Vodka on the shelf, smokin' Cali, it gotta melt
You can tell the sour from how it smelled (Cap)
I'm that n*gga, that's how I felt
As far as rhymin' goes, this sh*t is like a lion runnin' down an elk (Woo)
I'm a giant, you a f*ckin' elf (Cap)
All I need is this iron, n*gga, f*ck the help (Haah)
Conway
[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you n*ggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it n*gga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You f*ck around, you gon' come up missin', n*gga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to f*ckin' God, n*gga)
Anybody can get it, n*gga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
These n*ggas ain't the Machine
I come through and paint the scene, red HK with the laser beam (Cap)
Thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream
Ha, you f*ck n*ggas rockin' Old Navy jeans (Haah)
Ha, it's 'bout to be a long night (Cap)
Put the wax in the bong, hit it twice
Stay in your lane if you wanna live a long life
The b*tches get long pipe, all night (Hahahaha)
The 911 Porsche white
Still go to Onyx, throw up twenty like LeBron on an off night (Huh)
You at your momma house, they 'bout to cut off lights (Huh)
But every other verse, you rappin' like you off white (You ain't add nothin')
You do it like me, movie time, I'm Spike Lee
Bad white b*tch like Ice-T (Huh)
Bag the rock and 501's in a white tee (Cap)
But I paid seven-fifty for the Nike, hehe (Woo)
[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Anybody can get it (Word)
I got it on me now, homie you can get it (Lock and load)
Ha, you n*ggas talkin', but I live it (Huh)
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it, n*gga (Brrt)
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the dissin' (Not at all)
You f*ck around, you gon' come up missin', n*gga (Huh)
And anybody can get it (I swear to f*ckin' God, n*gga)
Anybody can get it, n*gga

[Outro]
Griselda
And that goes for any one of you f*ck n*ggas, man
You're not, ayo, I'ma keep it 100, man
I'm so tired of you b*tch ass n*ggas keep talkin'
And runnin' your mouth like f*ckin' di*ksuckers, n*gga
Can't ain't none of you n*ggas f*ck with me, man
Haha, I don't know what the f*ck is wrong with you n*ggas, man
Man, y'all n*ggas need a bundle
You can get a bundle, n*gga, get in the hood, n*gga

[Skit]
Alright? Alright? Damn
Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
sh*t ain't that hard
As long as it ain't no crowd
Look, I'm not killin' no kids or no old folks aight?
Ay man, who the f*ck gon' be old out there at twelve at night, man?
sh*t, n*gga, I'll smoke anybody, n*gga, I just don't give a f*ck
I'm gon' hit this sh*t, n*gga