ARABIAN SAM’S Conway the Machine (Ft. Styles P)
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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Grimy, Grimiest of All Time, nigga
What's poppin', nigga?
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Where the drama I want it to pop (What's poppin'?)
I'm givin' niggas shit bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots (Brr)
Peace to them niggas that whip glass and run the block (Whip up)
My nigga Dunns got caught with his second swammy? (Free my nigga!)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that nigga family (What up, beloved?)
Hood nigga, never give a fuck about a Grammy (Uhuh)
The real niggas that been through it, they understand me (Cap)
Same niggas sendin' threats, them niggas quiet
He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets settin' him on fire (Haaa!)
Knife work, gun work, whatever is required
Shootin' fire in this weapon, spittin' lead 'til you expire (Brr brr brr brr brr brr brr brr)
I went from bein' locked in cages, to rockin' stages
350s to them 950s rockin' Yay kicks
Y'all can spray if I okay'd it
Youngin got the sawed-off, them niggas chop the gauges
They not to play with (Woo)
No socks when I rock the (?)
Sendin' pounds over, I just prayed them boxes made it
Grimiest of All Time when I jot them pages (Uhuh)
That's why my fuckin' name ringin' like them slots in Vegas
Hear me, nigga (You hear me, nigga?)?
Hate niggas who front
I know you pussy, niggas clapped you
And you wasn't in that prison a month (Hahahaha!)
Runnin' your dicksucker, that'll get you hit with the pump
Or I'm firin' the stick 'til you slump
It's the Machine, bitch! (Rah rah rah rah rah, lay the fuck down, pussy nigga)
Grimy, Grimiest of All Time, nigga
What's poppin', nigga?
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Where the drama I want it to pop (What's poppin'?)
I'm givin' niggas shit bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots (Brr)
Peace to them niggas that whip glass and run the block (Whip up)
My nigga Dunns got caught with his second swammy? (Free my nigga!)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that nigga family (What up, beloved?)
Hood nigga, never give a fuck about a Grammy (Uhuh)
The real niggas that been through it, they understand me (Cap)
Same niggas sendin' threats, them niggas quiet
He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets settin' him on fire (Haaa!)
Knife work, gun work, whatever is required
Shootin' fire in this weapon, spittin' lead 'til you expire (Brr brr brr brr brr brr brr brr)
I went from bein' locked in cages, to rockin' stages
350s to them 950s rockin' Yay kicks
Y'all can spray if I okay'd it
Youngin got the sawed-off, them niggas chop the gauges
They not to play with (Woo)
No socks when I rock the (?)
Sendin' pounds over, I just prayed them boxes made it
Grimiest of All Time when I jot them pages (Uhuh)
That's why my fuckin' name ringin' like them slots in Vegas
Hear me, nigga (You hear me, nigga?)?
Hate niggas who front
I know you pussy, niggas clapped you
And you wasn't in that prison a month (Hahahaha!)
Runnin' your dicksucker, that'll get you hit with the pump
Or I'm firin' the stick 'til you slump
It's the Machine, bitch! (Rah rah rah rah rah, lay the fuck down, pussy nigga)
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