[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah yeah, pass that my nigga
Swing that
Know I mean ?
Just out there doin what we do
This motherfuckin money
Take off your motherfuckin top nigga
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Cookies with the wax and my cigar was pouring
I got it shipped over from my dog in Oakland
Cough from smoking, the safety on the 40 is broken
So I'ma hit a few niggas when the 40 open
Killers don’t act off emotions
Conway, Prodigy, shooting like Lowry, Demar DeRozan
Every time I spit a bar is like God has spoken
That’s why they feel my music way across the ocean
Throwing my mask, black hoodie, pack the black fully automatic, brat brat, facts, I am that bully
Three hoes cutting my black skully I’m that gully
Talk to me crazy get your mouth back smacked bloody
Trust me, shit really ‘bout to get that ugly
Fuck a chain, I buy machine guns with my rap money
Gotta bunch of young niggas that’ll clap for me
Whack from me, pop a nigga take the rack from me
When I got hit they was hoping it was a wrap for me
Nah, I’m back dummies, fuck it
My niggas open wings shots to clean trap money
Using the sack or selling birds, ain’t that funny?
Ain’t it ironic, all my shit is iconic, fire chronic, Machine, bitch, my balls is bionic
Bodies get chocked up, drive-by on walk ups
You’re trying the run, my lil' homies was waiting in the shortcut
That’s how we was brought up
The OG’s they taught us: just stack your money, stay down, don’t snitch if you get caught up
My dog headed to Elmira on the prison tour bus
He hit a nigga twelve year old sister shooting his sports shop
He had my homie going on a vacation
Told me that snitch, we gon get em, we gon stay patient
Pop his leg first before the K waist em
I’ma piss on the nigga face, like I’m Ray Nathan
Yeah yeah, pass that my nigga
Swing that
Know I mean ?
Just out there doin what we do
This motherfuckin money
Take off your motherfuckin top nigga
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Cookies with the wax and my cigar was pouring
I got it shipped over from my dog in Oakland
Cough from smoking, the safety on the 40 is broken
So I'ma hit a few niggas when the 40 open
Killers don’t act off emotions
Conway, Prodigy, shooting like Lowry, Demar DeRozan
Every time I spit a bar is like God has spoken
That’s why they feel my music way across the ocean
Throwing my mask, black hoodie, pack the black fully automatic, brat brat, facts, I am that bully
Three hoes cutting my black skully I’m that gully
Talk to me crazy get your mouth back smacked bloody
Trust me, shit really ‘bout to get that ugly
Fuck a chain, I buy machine guns with my rap money
Gotta bunch of young niggas that’ll clap for me
Whack from me, pop a nigga take the rack from me
When I got hit they was hoping it was a wrap for me
Nah, I’m back dummies, fuck it
My niggas open wings shots to clean trap money
Using the sack or selling birds, ain’t that funny?
Ain’t it ironic, all my shit is iconic, fire chronic, Machine, bitch, my balls is bionic
Bodies get chocked up, drive-by on walk ups
You’re trying the run, my lil' homies was waiting in the shortcut
That’s how we was brought up
The OG’s they taught us: just stack your money, stay down, don’t snitch if you get caught up
My dog headed to Elmira on the prison tour bus
He hit a nigga twelve year old sister shooting his sports shop
He had my homie going on a vacation
Told me that snitch, we gon get em, we gon stay patient
Pop his leg first before the K waist em
I’ma piss on the nigga face, like I’m Ray Nathan
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