Y’ont Get It lyrics

[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
(Woo!)
Looking for this n*gga, when I find him, man, that n*gga gone' get it man
All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that b*tching
I ain't with it, man
Yon't get it, man
I'll blow your motherf*cking head off

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Yeah!
I know the n*gga that put the work in
I told my lil' n*ggas get to lurking
Green light on these n*ggas, get to murking
I run into that pus*y n*gga, then it's curtain (Haaa!)
n*gga crossed the mob, we ain't gone' let it slide
I'm coming for you, b*tch n*gga you better hide
I reside where it's a eye for a eye
Meaning if a f*ck n*gga violate you then you better ride
Chopper loaded let it quakе, n*gga
Before you die look mе in my face, n*gga
See what that wig shot did to my face, n*gga
I f*cked around and lived, that's your mistake, n*gga
That hospital, I couldn't sleep for a week
But I'd rather be up in pain then f*cking resting in peace
I don't give a f*ck about the police
I told the homies you food and them n*ggas coming to eat
Ha ha, I got the...
[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
Looking for this n*gga, when I find him, man, that n*gga gone' get it man
All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that b*tching
I ain't with it, man
Yon't get it, man (Yon't get it, do you? Huh?)
I'll blow your motherf*cking head off

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Yon't get it, that's something you need to know
Tried to kill the n*gga with the hottest flow you gotta' go
Still shooting even when the homies screaming "Da Da Doe!"
f*ck the Po-lice, I just got to make sure he a ghost
f*ck his granny, f*ck his mama, f*ck his kids, f*ck his hoe
Now my heart cold as the snow, so I don't give a f*ck who go
He tried to murder me! He tried to murder me!
Look at my face I told the doctor f*ck his surgery
Still got a bullet in my neck but it ain't hurting me
I got Amerikan Greed fans out in Germany (Ah ha)
My n*gga on his second strike in the can
Judge throwing five and better just like the dice in his hand
Damn, f*ck them all, that's truly how I feel
My lil' homies like "bruh, tell me who we gotta kill"
Suit up, green light to off this n*gga
And bring his head back to my office n*gga (Haha!)
And I still got the...
[Chorus]
Pistol in my lap, burning swishers and I'm riding through the city man
Looking for this n*gga, when I find him, man, that n*gga gone' get it man
All that talking, all that lying, all that crying, all that b*tching
I ain't with it, man (I ain't with it man, haha)
Yon't get it, man (Yon't get it, do you?)
I'll blow your motherf*cking head off

Outro:
Yeah n*gga, I see you f*ck n*ggas still don't get it
I told n*ggas I'm the machine, right?
I'm still here n*gga
n*ggas seen me, thought they'd seen a ghost, n*gga
Like I said before them sh*ts was scooby snacks, n*gga
Yeah, you know what though?
(I'll blow your motherf*cking head off)