JENX2 - DEATH MACHINE (PROD. BUCKX2)

  / jenxtoo     / nevergaveabuckx2   LYRICS: im getting paper like times on the end of my glock 18 there is a light on the end of my ak bitch, i keep a knife hoe im feeling like bane how i break a bitch spine huh rappers best get with the times if you sending a message bitch i dont reply we steady puffing on medical why am i so fucking goated cant even deny im smoking green jalepeno just made about 3005 like gambino im making hits great bambino im stealing shots like a freethrow im taking chains like im debo bitch my beam the same color as rio im dodging bullets like neo i got an O i need 3 tho i need me 3 blunts like im greedo i hit the blunt i cant mf breathe tho choppa like a broom how ya team get swept shawty wanna fuck but i swear we just met too on the ball like im playing for the mets that boy fake his personality a rep move like a tightrope, watch how he step i heard what they be on and that aint no threat bitch im coming at all of their necks like im strep you aint even got no set yeah im getting bread like a lease if you got money they all want a piece bitch i keep my head down because i like the peace this shit too hot like a 1000 degrees like all of that shit i can see bitch i was born with the team bitch i was born with a beam theres nothing that is as it seems im steady puffing the green i had to blow off some steam im running this hoe like a damn supervisor 808 make this bitch jump energizer im flowing like water my wrist like a geyser keeping your mouth shut cant be any wiser got louis v goggles i look like a diver im puffing on diesel i feel like the driver when it come to this shit there aint nobody fire i keep a blade on my hip like im meyers me and the mob on the move finna stunt again glock made him shuffle he doing the running man dont hit my line if you asking for funds again dont hit my line cause im out of the fucks to give dissing my opps and i know they cant stomach it, dissing on x2 im knowing they fronting then pull out the chopper percussion like pots and pans every shot that you sent didnt FUCKING LAND had to plot out a whole plan my flow Beretta that bitch never jam im keeping metal like basketball stands that put you underground underneath all the sand got big drums i aint talking no band if he got sum to say then hes gon meet my hand all that shit you been saying dont make you no man karmamob up and we aint finna land