Bass-Key-Yacht lyrics

by

Evidence


[Intro: JuJu Gotti]
Machaveli (Machaveli)

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Nueve baby blue
Goofy Wiesmann MF5 reggae
AK cuarenta siete navy blue too(ly)
Nueve rudie hey hey
Maybe you gucci, but me I got to get a payday
For the fruit juice, these n*ggas get blinkers for showing teeth
I lit the potpourri and then I openly
Describe my rugged n*ggas that’s holding heat
Follow the lead
Pardon my French, but my flow the least
Grow out the concrete like New Orleans Saints soldiers slim in the RV
Walter White without the cancer
Heisenberg without the car wash
No bismillah without the chamber
How many n*ggas really want smoke?
I bet he isn’t even on GO
Your favorite rapper need to talk low (talk low)
Styles, I got 'em like Jada (styles I got 'em like Jada)
Styles, I got 'em like Kiss
These n*ggas borrowing now, buying vowels from Vanna White rich
Pop a dial on a satellite dish, n*ggas hopped the turnstile to hell
Thinking we was acting like crips

[Chorus: JuJu Gotti]
Are you ready? (Ready)
Chop a n*gga up like confetti (confetti)
Turn a n*gga head to spaghetti (ghetti)
Gotta get that bread gotta get it
Are you ready? (Ready)
Chop a n*gga up like confetti (confetti)
Turn a n*gga head to spaghetti (ghetti)
Gotta get that bread gotta get it

[Verse 2: Melanin 9]
Yo
I roll tucked in my vest, catching another fed slug in my temple
My vessel decompose, the soul leaves the primate of stencil
That paints a vivid montage of glyphs hid in my mental
Above the foul tucks and some shots erupt and assemble
My punch [?] round the pencil and the lead you see the chaos
Kids licking off the ace between the crevices of crayons
Bouncing off the block terrace, the discrepancy could [?]
Paper prints of lost relatives
If suppressed, sleeping prey 'em
Beneath the foyers with my lenses
They callin' my eyes
Watching n*ggas [?] on fences
Deployed for white
Polo sport ballers you storming to enforcing they rights
Moorish lawyers and court frauds cause corporate attires
Tryna fight from inside the faction
I’m on my seventh life adapting
Incarnated from a cosmic interaction
My lax soaked in saffron
We back, dose the soda fractions
Hold they straps kid, bestow the pole sanctions

[Sample]
Are you ready?!
Come on! Everybody then!
Alright, here we go

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