Freestyle Conway the Machine (Ft. Kutter)

[Intro: Kutter]
Uh
Uh huh
It’s me, niggas
I’m back
What’s good, Conway?
It’s the T2, huh
Uh
Listen

[Verse 1: Kutter]
Louis XIII, it’s 1-50 a shot
Where we was popping bottles up and down in the rock
The boy pop bottles like the dude Yung Joc
Call me Money Making Kutter ‘cause your boy getting guap
I know it make you sick to see I’m sitting in the drop
With the candy paint spilling, homie, dripping on the socks
For all of you slow dudes be talking ‘bout chrome shoes
Money over bitches, homie, you know the rules
Bricks of cocaine, yeah I sold a few
I turned one to two, that’s what the soda do
I’m a boss, I don’t shoot no more, that what my soldiers do
I got goons that will off you for an O or two
Yeah they’re starving, dog, they’ll bust the Larkin off
In broad day in anywhere and start walking off
Yeah it’s fair to say the dudes ain’t got it all
And they’ll all shooters, but they ain’t got a ball
Just firearms ready to fire off
I’m a hard nigga, but I’ll be supplying soft
You talking all that wooly shit, but I’m supplying yours
Want to impress me, nigga, then come and buy it all