NeatMachine ll lyrics

[Verse 1: WHY-G]
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 (lah)
I find a bridge then I burn (burn)
I shoot this glizzy like Steve Kerr
This glizzy burn your hair like a perm
I'm off a perc so I talk with a slur
I'm thinkin' 36 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
I'm in the trap with my youngins 'cause they gotta learn
Bad b*tch she sucked my di*k said she from Malvern
Make the dope come back like a U-turn
Take a bad boy but he just a gerb
Turn an opp to a herb pack
Turn an opp to a pack
93.5 and still can't lack
I be subliminal dissing the opps in my rap
Your gang should be called new era ya' cap

[Verse 2: Pressa]
They call me press machine
I put gas in it E
He remind me of a diffy
I make him drop to his knees
Head, head, head, head, head, headshot
I'm from the block, we shot a cop
I smokin' demi, it make me hot
It make me hot
I put the G in the Glock
And I put the B in the block
And I put the C in the clock
Work, work, work, work, work
I put a snake in the box
Lions and tigers and bears
I ain't a typical n*gga
My n*ggas trip off a trip
And a n*gga said Jane's a jigga
A n*gga said Jane's a jigga
I sit on lil n*ggas like Simba
Nineteen-eleven is kimber
I'm sauce i'm wauce
I'm gang, i'ma lost
I still sing like frost
And she do lines like floss
Trap line never off
There's lines I never cross