Kevlar Tux Conway the Machine & SONNYJIM (Ft. Roc Marciano)
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[Intro: Roc Marciano + Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp shit
Machine, bitch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Look—smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in (Ah-huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga—the judge done him in (Free my nigga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home, he gone fuckin' win (He good)
Niggas gonna hate to see my nigga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You niggas get stupid, you gone lose a fucking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend (Right)
Machine, bitch, you better fuckin ' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance, I'm Clay—shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise, niggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my nigga, you better pray—
I don't catch you (Boom! Boom!), two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you (ha!), Machine, bitch! Ha
Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp shit
Machine, bitch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Look—smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in (Ah-huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga—the judge done him in (Free my nigga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home, he gone fuckin' win (He good)
Niggas gonna hate to see my nigga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You niggas get stupid, you gone lose a fucking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend (Right)
Machine, bitch, you better fuckin ' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance, I'm Clay—shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise, niggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my nigga, you better pray—
I don't catch you (Boom! Boom!), two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you (ha!), Machine, bitch! Ha
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