[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Peon ass niggas, man
Fuck out my way
Yeah
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning
Give him a fifty, he bustin' your shit and he gettin' it done before morning (Brrr)
She think I'm spendin' the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dippin' before morning (Haha!)
Lately, it feel like it's been rainin' money on me, but I gotta see more pour in (Ha!)
Yeah, the shooters, they come and kick your door in
Remember them days, we pull up, I'm shootin' AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus (Brrrrrrrr)
Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't goin' for it
I ain't goin' for it, I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
If it's some pressure, my lil' brother uppin' the cannon (Uh, uh)
Want smoke, what you sayin'?
We still out here active, them fuck niggas playin' (Boom boom boom!)
My lil' man, he still behind the wall
It's been fifteen years straight, he still stuck in the jam
Soon as they open them gates, I'ma make sure he straight
That's my word, that's my motherfuckin' man
I had to shoot at a nigga for testin' me
Thinkin' shit sweet, he don't know who I am
Can't let you trick me up off of these streets
But I promise on me, you ain't layin' a hand (Hah)
Open the brick, take out three hundred grams
Hit that bitch with the soda, then sell it again
Do that ten times, then I got me two free
Fuck what they doin', I got to do me (Hahaha!)
Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he comin' to do it for free
He told me, "Big bro, don't worry, I got you
I know for a fact you gon' do it for me" (I got it)
You gon' hear "doot doot" from that .223
We finna slide, put your face on a tee (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
And we was reminiscin' 'bout the old days
When we was was whippin' white up to the O'Jays
If it's smoke, you know we at your-
Yeah
Peon ass niggas, man
Fuck out my way
Yeah
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning
Give him a fifty, he bustin' your shit and he gettin' it done before morning (Brrr)
She think I'm spendin' the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dippin' before morning (Haha!)
Lately, it feel like it's been rainin' money on me, but I gotta see more pour in (Ha!)
Yeah, the shooters, they come and kick your door in
Remember them days, we pull up, I'm shootin' AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus (Brrrrrrrr)
Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't goin' for it
I ain't goin' for it, I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
If it's some pressure, my lil' brother uppin' the cannon (Uh, uh)
Want smoke, what you sayin'?
We still out here active, them fuck niggas playin' (Boom boom boom!)
My lil' man, he still behind the wall
It's been fifteen years straight, he still stuck in the jam
Soon as they open them gates, I'ma make sure he straight
That's my word, that's my motherfuckin' man
I had to shoot at a nigga for testin' me
Thinkin' shit sweet, he don't know who I am
Can't let you trick me up off of these streets
But I promise on me, you ain't layin' a hand (Hah)
Open the brick, take out three hundred grams
Hit that bitch with the soda, then sell it again
Do that ten times, then I got me two free
Fuck what they doin', I got to do me (Hahaha!)
Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he comin' to do it for free
He told me, "Big bro, don't worry, I got you
I know for a fact you gon' do it for me" (I got it)
You gon' hear "doot doot" from that .223
We finna slide, put your face on a tee (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
And we was reminiscin' 'bout the old days
When we was was whippin' white up to the O'Jays
If it's smoke, you know we at your-
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