Rick Boxes Conway the Machine

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Forty tucked in the Goyard belt
I dominated the game
I wrote pain that I know y'all felt
They say my verse on "The Cow" was just so heartfelt
I ain't complaining I'm explaining
That's how those cards dealt
Niggas never did shit for me
So I don't owe y'all help
Why you need a verse from me?
Why y'all can't blow y'all self?
Look, I go hard nigga don't make me go off
Shotty in the trench coat now I know how Omar felt
Niggas scurry when they see me
You fuck niggas way over thirty and you needy
My young boy said give me the thirty bruh I need it
If thirty niggas outside then thirty niggas bleeding
And certainly he mean it I was late night
All black lurking with them heathens
In my city niggas rarely get murdered for a reason
When I'm done with this razor boy surgery is needed
Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip
Who fucking with Machine nigga?

[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches
Dope money in them Rick Boxes
Play the stove get a brick popping
Break it all down and then zip-lock it
Cross the mobb then we stick papi
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking