Anybody Conway the Machine
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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, nigga
Reject, nigga
Machine, bitch
Daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do, nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Look, look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!
Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip (Brrt)
Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings, nigga (Hahahaha)
They figured I'd be down and out
They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
Nigga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out
I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out (Uh)
Lit the Swisher then put the sour out
Then go in the booth, black it like a power out (Uh)
Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it (Cap)
Balmain denim drawers is limited (Uh)
This for them niggas with twenty year sentences
Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit (Lock and load)
Look, Daringer, what it is?
Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything
Yeah, nigga
Reject, nigga
Machine, bitch
Daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do, nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Look, look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Reject shit, it's the Machine, bitch!
Pull up on you, fifty shot magazine rip (Brrt)
Niggas be talkin', but I don't feel threatened
Where's your weapon? You can't fit a gun in them fuckin' leggings, nigga (Hahahaha)
They figured I'd be down and out
They talkin' 'bout money but couldn't pull a thousand out
Nigga tellin', they let the coward out, I found it out
I had him smokin', he wasn't even an hour out (Uh)
Lit the Swisher then put the sour out
Then go in the booth, black it like a power out (Uh)
Reject, they waitin' for me to finish it (Cap)
Balmain denim drawers is limited (Uh)
This for them niggas with twenty year sentences
Young niggas jumpin' out the van with extended shit (Lock and load)
Look, Daringer, what it is?
Get a word, I'ma put a bullet in his wig, on everything
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