Rick Boxes
[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Forty tucked in the Goyard belt
I dominated the game
I wrote pain that I know y'all felt
They say my verse on "The Cow" was just so heartfelt
I ain't complaining I'm explaining
That's how those cards dealt
Niggas never did shit for me
So I don't owe y'all help
Why you need a verse from me?
Why y'all can't blow y'all self?
Look, I go hard nigga don't make me go off
Shotty in the trench coat now I know how Omar felt
Niggas scurry when they see me
You fuck niggas way over thirty and you needy
My young boy said give me the thirty bruh I need it
If thirty niggas outside then thirty niggas bleeding
And certainly he mean it I was late night
All black lurking with them heathens
In my city niggas rarely get murdered for a reason
When I'm done with this razor boy surgery is needed
Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip
Who fucking with Machine nigga?
[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches
Dope money in them Rick Boxes
Play the stove get a brick popping
Break it all down and then zip-lock it
Cross the mobb then we stick papi
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking

[Verse 2]
You know my story nigga
Wig shot, jaw's twisted, bars been the sickest
But now I spit it more terrific
Listen I'm just doing the Lord's wishes
Told you the boy was gifted
Spit it so raw you can water whip it
I know them niggas that imported fishes
Sniffed it you still live with your momma
Pussy go wash the dishes
I buck fifty niggas faces they wore the stitches
Niggas get Staples on they stomachs
And it cost them zippers
Catch me on a resort with gorgeous bitches
I made a fortune built a fortress for my foreign empress
Hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it
Knock your head off your shoulders
Just for talking some slick shit
If it's drama I send them goons to your house
Leave your nigga smoked in the living room on the couch
I turned one to two and I ain't losing an ounce
I'm Jordan in the Finals I never lose when it counts
Swisher full of jet fuel in my mouth
Thinking bout them hundred bags of sour
That I just moved in a drought whoa
My youngin dumped his tool then be out
Watched the news later see he X'd two niggas out
You sneak dissing I can't believe you choosing that route
Boy that's that same shit we usually shoot niggas bout
Check my resume my nigga I just had a year
That your favorite rapper hadn't had in years
That's why they mad I'm here
Machine
[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches
Dope money in them Rick Boxes
Play the stove get a brick popping
Break it all down and then zip-lock it
Cross the mobb then we stick papi
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking

[Outro]
Yeah
Ago you know what's funny
I've been telling niggas for a minute now
That shit was getting spooky for you niggas
Niggas thought I was playing though
Know what I mean
Told y'all niggas shit about to get real nigga
Shit done already got real nigga
I'm that nigga nigga
Y'all niggas know y'all can't fuck with me nigga
I ain't from no project no borough nigga
I'm straight from the east side nigga Buffalo nigga
I bet niggas won't come through here
Talking crazy nigga
I got whatever on it aha
You niggas pussy nigga
Straight up
Machine