[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, man, you know what it is, nigga (You already know, man, the fuck?)
The Gunn, the Kan', man, listen, might later? really smack the shit outta niggas though, man (Pissed off at niggas, man, on some real shit)
Naw, fluck that, clap the shit outta niggas, man, word (Yeah, get the guns up, nigga)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, look, niggas feel Kan' cos this shit real, fam
Only cop work if it's white, or if it's real tan
Sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber
Now you hit, screaming like a bitch, I thought you was gangster (Nigga)
Laid out bleeding on your kicks, dog, my clap is official
Leave the house without your banger, that's when they get you
Yo, Lord, my third eye shine bright, blinding your sight
You ain't seen this much crime in your life, son
It's real out in these fields, every night a nigga get killed
I'm outside a club waving a steel, you get your shit peeled
Running up on mine, just cos you got a problem with the kid
Get at the end of something, cos it's a long line
Field boot, Carhartt brown, conceal the four pound
Let me know if it's going down, we can get it on right now (Let's do it, yo)
Two guns up, I'm wylin' 'til my days is up
Attacking on shit, trying to fill them cages up
Niggas up north will blaze you in the yard, get your face cut
Don't make me have to run in your cage, you fake fucks (You fake fucks)
Get your safe touched, I'm straight to the H2 dealer
To spend that cake up (yeah), then I'm murking off in that grey truck
Twenty fours and screens in it, watching Casino with the team in it
We skid spinners (uh), getting high, I'm looking fly
Jeans cost five hundred, there's five guns in the trunk
Try your luck and get frucked up, what?
Gucci aviator glasses, Evisu fabrics, blowing a ratchet
Put a hole in you bastards, for practice
Told you, homeboy, I'm no average
Try to reach my status and get denied access
Come home on that jail shit, I'll put a bullet in your helmet
Finish you will send you to hell quick, word, this Street Entertainment
You can't stop us, dawg, what you think them choppers for?
Let's play ball, nigga
Yeah, man, you know what it is, nigga (You already know, man, the fuck?)
The Gunn, the Kan', man, listen, might later? really smack the shit outta niggas though, man (Pissed off at niggas, man, on some real shit)
Naw, fluck that, clap the shit outta niggas, man, word (Yeah, get the guns up, nigga)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, look, niggas feel Kan' cos this shit real, fam
Only cop work if it's white, or if it's real tan
Sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber
Now you hit, screaming like a bitch, I thought you was gangster (Nigga)
Laid out bleeding on your kicks, dog, my clap is official
Leave the house without your banger, that's when they get you
Yo, Lord, my third eye shine bright, blinding your sight
You ain't seen this much crime in your life, son
It's real out in these fields, every night a nigga get killed
I'm outside a club waving a steel, you get your shit peeled
Running up on mine, just cos you got a problem with the kid
Get at the end of something, cos it's a long line
Field boot, Carhartt brown, conceal the four pound
Let me know if it's going down, we can get it on right now (Let's do it, yo)
Two guns up, I'm wylin' 'til my days is up
Attacking on shit, trying to fill them cages up
Niggas up north will blaze you in the yard, get your face cut
Don't make me have to run in your cage, you fake fucks (You fake fucks)
Get your safe touched, I'm straight to the H2 dealer
To spend that cake up (yeah), then I'm murking off in that grey truck
Twenty fours and screens in it, watching Casino with the team in it
We skid spinners (uh), getting high, I'm looking fly
Jeans cost five hundred, there's five guns in the trunk
Try your luck and get frucked up, what?
Gucci aviator glasses, Evisu fabrics, blowing a ratchet
Put a hole in you bastards, for practice
Told you, homeboy, I'm no average
Try to reach my status and get denied access
Come home on that jail shit, I'll put a bullet in your helmet
Finish you will send you to hell quick, word, this Street Entertainment
You can't stop us, dawg, what you think them choppers for?
Let's play ball, nigga
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