[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Brr
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (Facts)
Lemon squeeze'll have you sent to Jesus
With a pen I been elite, will send my delinquents to run up in the precinct (Uh-huh)
Been on the street shit since the prices was on some eighteen a ki' shit
You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit (Hahahaha), look
Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some Meek shit
With a R&B chick that I'm 'bout to go sink my teeth in (Ha)
New chrome MAC, I hit him, heard a few bones crack
That killer shit, my whole crew on that
Niggas throwin' rocks at my throne, I just shoot chrome back
Trust me, my gun go off, that's a true known fact (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Brought my hood bitch to Cali and she flew home packed (Ha)
You could be eatin' too, my nigga, but you don't stack (You eatin' too)
Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental, I do own that (Cap)
In the booth, I'm livin' proof like I'm Group Home Dap (Talk to 'em)
Gave the homie a few more stacks, he sendin' bullets through your hat (Boom, boom)
He swing the stick like Pujols' bat (Hahahaha)
AMG, G-Wagen, you know who drove that
We do those matte, we shoot poles into your back (Brr)
And don't you dare run, uh
We shoot pole into your back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look
Bust down, Byzantine link, ice in the cross
Is like flawless, wire crosses (Huh)
Killer hit him close range, drained his life forces, blood on his white Forces (Cap)
The smell of the corpse rottin' made him quite nauseous
Bro got bundles of white, toss it out the window
While I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (Throw that shit, nigga)
A hundred thousand for a show, that's a nice offer, Machine (Yo-yo, yo-yo, uh, yo-yo, check)
Brr
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (Facts)
Lemon squeeze'll have you sent to Jesus
With a pen I been elite, will send my delinquents to run up in the precinct (Uh-huh)
Been on the street shit since the prices was on some eighteen a ki' shit
You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit (Hahahaha), look
Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some Meek shit
With a R&B chick that I'm 'bout to go sink my teeth in (Ha)
New chrome MAC, I hit him, heard a few bones crack
That killer shit, my whole crew on that
Niggas throwin' rocks at my throne, I just shoot chrome back
Trust me, my gun go off, that's a true known fact (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Brought my hood bitch to Cali and she flew home packed (Ha)
You could be eatin' too, my nigga, but you don't stack (You eatin' too)
Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental, I do own that (Cap)
In the booth, I'm livin' proof like I'm Group Home Dap (Talk to 'em)
Gave the homie a few more stacks, he sendin' bullets through your hat (Boom, boom)
He swing the stick like Pujols' bat (Hahahaha)
AMG, G-Wagen, you know who drove that
We do those matte, we shoot poles into your back (Brr)
And don't you dare run, uh
We shoot pole into your back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look
Bust down, Byzantine link, ice in the cross
Is like flawless, wire crosses (Huh)
Killer hit him close range, drained his life forces, blood on his white Forces (Cap)
The smell of the corpse rottin' made him quite nauseous
Bro got bundles of white, toss it out the window
While I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (Throw that shit, nigga)
A hundred thousand for a show, that's a nice offer, Machine (Yo-yo, yo-yo, uh, yo-yo, check)
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