Kin Xpress

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Conductor Yeah (Conductor) Hm, Machine back Ah, you know, light up At this point I'm just unfuckwitable, nigga Hm-hm, yeah [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit I'm Trick Daddy with the pots, whippin' that girl, she such a good bitch 18-wheelers bringin' the za, we gettin' hood rich (Uh, look) [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Blew 50 at the Louis V store out in Paris Rollin' up a hundred crowns at the Louvre, bitch I'm arrogant You know papi on 10th Street had the heroin On the megabus takin' bricks down to Maryland (Talk to these niggas, king, yeah) On the megabus takin' bricks down to Maryland Your dog locked, you keep him outside and take care of him I'm pullin' up, German engineering, bitches stare at him The Benz white, my shooter like Glen Rice Champion piece, a pesto margarita thin slice Big pipe in this 3X Pelle Pelle I hate all of you rappers, I'm Melle Mel The flow is Kane vs. Undertaker, this Hell in a Cell Really from the trenches, give a fuck 'bout no record sales Well, the fit fresh, I just need a photo Griselda Records, I should be the logo Bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave Komodo R&B star, shit, it probably was Coco [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit I'm Trick Daddy with the pots, whippin' that girl, she such a good bitch 18-wheelers bringin' the za, we gettin' hood rich [Verse 2: Larry June] I done seen niggas fall a lot, seen niggas ball a lot Two million tucked in my parking spot Triple that on real estate, my couch cost 88 I call that sittin' on 80K, I'm heavyweight (Pushin' buttons in the Porsche and shit) TEC on me like IT, quick like Ali Bruce Lee Roy, choppin' nine keys Prepare for the bullshit, I'm ducked off, sippin' on a chai tea Spillin' weed crumbs on my white tee Italian wood floors in my crib, I'm not a ball player If you not talkin' big numbers, I'ma call you later Glidin' in the 992 lookin' like Terminator Me and money correlated, I'm manifesting bigger things Been seein' RICO's, block got swept clean Copped the Benz from Nino's, tucked it on 23's I was 'bout 19, baby boy on the way Weighin' up 50 P's, prayin' that I make it safe Prayin' that these niggas (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Prayin' that they won't tell, knowin' that these niggas fake Still on that hood shit (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Candy house not y'alls, on my way to serve a J [Outro: Larry June] What's happenin'? Conway Comin' live from Hunter’s Point, California, nigga (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) All the way to Buffalo (Man, damn) TFM (Condutor, we have a problem!) Griselda [Skit]