Alpaca lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
f*ck is wrong wit' you, n*gga? It's the mothaf*ckin' Alpaca, n*gga, you don't rub? that sh*t, you blocked that sh*t, mothaf*cka, hahaha, f*ck you doin'?
Uh, woo, Machine

[Verse 1]
Look, look, I know some n*ggas that been behind the wall their entire life
Never been to Shanghai, but they was moving China white (Hahahaha!)
Razor in palm, I give a n*gga cheek a giant slice
Across his face, just for saying some sh*t that I ain't like (Cap)
Me and these n*ggas don't rhyme alike, tryna battle?
Hah, you better off tryna fight Iron Mike
In '89 when he was in his prime, n*gga, I ain't like
These other rap n*ggas, I ain't past 'em, who you tryna slide? (Who you sldiin'?)
Diamonds dancing that means they're shining bright
Yikes, might hurt your eyes like you're staring in a shining light (Hah)
I hit the vagina twice, it was kinda tight
I'm getting pus*y like Frankie Lymon on a line of white
You think you on my level? Find a knife
And cut the bullsh*t, n*gga
You see the way I brutalize the mic (Hahahaha!)
Right, this for n*ggas in prison flying kites
Knew how to shoot a gun before they learnt how to ride a bike (Talk to 'em)
Machine

[Hook]
You know what's up, n*gga (Uh)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, n*gga (You know where I'm at, n*gga)
You know you can't f*ck with us (It's Griselda, n*gga)
Even your baby mama know you just a f*ck n*gga (hahahaha)
Gelato in my Dutch, n*gga (Smokin')
Henny XO in my cup, n*gga (You know what I drink)
Hah, you know what's up, n*gga (You already know what the f*ck is up, n*gga)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, n*gga (Hahhh)
[Verse 2]
Griselda
Let them n*ggas tell it, them n*ggas is working
When I see them n*ggas in person them n*ggas is hurting (Let's go, man)
I'm drinking Henny XO getting twisted with Birkin (Uh)
Got the chopper in the window barrel stick through the curtains (Grrah!)
Got the dope in a Tide box, no it isn't detergent
Always use the same chef 'cause he be whipping it perfect (Whip up)
You think he a real n*gga, but he really a serpent
Two to the back of the head, leave him finished for certain (Boo boom!)
My n*gga got fifteen, he was hustling 'ron
I gave these n*ggas a lane, word to my brother Saddam
These n*ggas do big things when they f*cking with Con
Like James Jones got six rings f*cking with 'Bron (Hahhh!)
I put out classics, don't like rappers, I don't dap 'em (Uh)
I'll tax 'em, for a feature, to out-rap 'em (Uh)
On each song, he speak wrong, then I'll slap him (Uh)
Fazon like Frank Lucas with blood on his Alpaca, motherf*cker (Wooo)

[Hook]
You know what's up, n*gga
You know where to find me at, pull-up, n*gga (You know where I'm at, n*gga)
Uh, you know you can't f*ck with us (You know you can't f*ck with this Griselda sh*t, n*gga)
Even your baby mama know you just a f*ck n*gga (She know you a bum, n*gga)
Gelato in my Dutch, n*gga (She told us!)
Henny XO in my cup, n*gga (We drinkin' good, n*gga!)
You know what's up, n*gga (Haha, you already know, n*gga)
You know where to find me at, pull-up, n*gga (Uh)
[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, hahaha
I told y'all n*ggas I'm a Rare Form
Hahaha, I'm f*ckin' up, yo, n*gga, yo, I'm dancin' right now, n*gga, know I mean?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, hahahahaha!
I feel GOOD, n*gga, you n*ggas can't f*ck with the Machine, n*gga!
Straight like that, n*gga, line them n*ggas up, who want it?
Point them out, where they at?
Hehehe, I don't see no competition, n*gga
Gone