[Intro: Conway]
Yeah, BRRR
You know what's up nigga
Machine bitch, Daringer
We back at it again boy
You know this shit easy to us
Griselda (Griselda)
We gettin' money nigga
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, my neck on Slick Rick bitch yeah I'm the ruler
Watch is bluer rock the Muller watch that I just copped from jewelers
But I come from the bottom, I'm straight up out the sewer
Drug dealer, chopper shooter, pot consumer I been through a lot
I'm just a cognac drinking nigga, a Glock user
Top remover, and yes, that baby Tec it got the cooler (brr)
Them hollow tips, they get to popping thru ya
Take my shooters out to eat, the waitress bringing lobsters to us
Like I said, fuck your covers and your list
Long as that Rollie bust down, looking disgusting on my wrist
Plus I'm lugging the fifth out in public with the blick'
My shooter close, he can't wait to start bugging with the stick
Might catch me in LA, smoking Dutch's with my bitch
Came a long way from trap kitchens fluffing up a brick
Look at me now, I bet them other suckers sick to their stomach
They see me popping, they wanna cut they fucking wrist, damn
Pardon me, this moon rock's got me coughing
I'm with a bitch that I just knocked from Boston
She gon' top me off and then
An Uber drop her off and then I'm back to chopping raw shit
You pussy niggas cop us off
Aim this 30, pop ya at your top, then, I'ma knock it off with
Everything I drops the hardest
That's how I knew I was gon' pop regardless
Bars like the shit outta the chopper cartridge
Scope aim and beam on it, and I just spot my target, Machine
Yeah, BRRR
You know what's up nigga
Machine bitch, Daringer
We back at it again boy
You know this shit easy to us
Griselda (Griselda)
We gettin' money nigga
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, my neck on Slick Rick bitch yeah I'm the ruler
Watch is bluer rock the Muller watch that I just copped from jewelers
But I come from the bottom, I'm straight up out the sewer
Drug dealer, chopper shooter, pot consumer I been through a lot
I'm just a cognac drinking nigga, a Glock user
Top remover, and yes, that baby Tec it got the cooler (brr)
Them hollow tips, they get to popping thru ya
Take my shooters out to eat, the waitress bringing lobsters to us
Like I said, fuck your covers and your list
Long as that Rollie bust down, looking disgusting on my wrist
Plus I'm lugging the fifth out in public with the blick'
My shooter close, he can't wait to start bugging with the stick
Might catch me in LA, smoking Dutch's with my bitch
Came a long way from trap kitchens fluffing up a brick
Look at me now, I bet them other suckers sick to their stomach
They see me popping, they wanna cut they fucking wrist, damn
Pardon me, this moon rock's got me coughing
I'm with a bitch that I just knocked from Boston
She gon' top me off and then
An Uber drop her off and then I'm back to chopping raw shit
You pussy niggas cop us off
Aim this 30, pop ya at your top, then, I'ma knock it off with
Everything I drops the hardest
That's how I knew I was gon' pop regardless
Bars like the shit outta the chopper cartridge
Scope aim and beam on it, and I just spot my target, Machine
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