Moroccan Waters Conway the Machine (Ft. Meyhem Lauren)

[Intro]
Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, brrt
I want my fucking respect, man
Told y'all niggas (Brah, brah, brah, brah brah brah)
Know what the fuck it is, nigga
Griselda, nigga
Griselda
Machine, bitch (Brrrr, talk to these niggas)

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, fuck a shooter, I keep a gun up in my reach (I got my own shit)
Fuck the talk, I drum a 100 when it's beef (Brrrt)
Sneak diss me at your shows like a hundred niggas deep (What's poppin', nigga?)
Just to show niggas they don't want it with the G
XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet, nah
Nigga, I'm aimin' above it with this heat (Rah, rah, rah)
My name buzzin' so my budget just increased (Hah)
'Cause over Daringer production I'm a beast (Woo)
The niggas in the hood lovin' what I speak
Go tell 'em the real is back, baby, them other niggas weak (Them niggas frauds)
Lately I been countin' money in my sleep (Count it up!)
Versace boxers, bitch, a hunned for my briefs (Haaah!)
You niggas want a deal so bad, you sign for any money
I'm Peyton Manning, boy, I'm still spending Indy money
I don't need a nigga to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD, now I can blow Fendi money (Hahahaha!)
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still (Woo)
Tell 'em niggas, I'm the truth still (I'm that nigga!)
Heat on my lap like my soup spilled
Like my weed sour, I like my Veuve chilled (I drink it)
800 for the belt, tuck the blue steel (Who want it?)
Wig shot, get your roof peeled
That's your dude, tell him chill
He 'bout to get him and you killed (Pussy)
Them old niggas just talkin' 'cause they got lips (You soft, nigga)
Nobody in the hood respect you, you ain't pop shit (The fuck is you, nigga)
You just another nobody thinkin' he relevant
Talking and yelling shit, go fuck around and get a shell in his face
And get his shit pushed (Uhuh)
Uh, you just a rapper, boy, you just spit hooks
You don't know how a brick look, word up
(Get your shit rocked with this fifth, pussy nigga)