Hov Numbers

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah (Brrr)

You know the vibes (Woo, woo, woo)

Drum

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Look, shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, yeah

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

Still in my bag, bitch, I’m still in my bag, uh

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

I’ll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Been in the trenches, I’ve been pumpin’ (Huh?)

Now I pull up leave the Benz runnin’ (Huh?)

Glock 21, call it Tim Duncan (Brrr)

Brodie pull up, he gon’ end som’n (Boom boom boom!)

I just left the club, spent a big bag

Why you go there, n****? You ain’t spend nothin’ (Ha)

N***** rappin’ all this tough shit

Why you talkin’ ‘bout it, you ain’t did nothin’ (What you did?!)

[Verse 2: 7xvethegenius]

Look at my…

You bitches couldn’t come close

[?], pockets of the n***** in Ghosts

I [?], shit, live it up, doin’ the most

Like, what’s the sky?

Shit, I got here on a boat and he did too

All of the money is toucan blue

My n***** darin’, like, who can’t shoot?

Bitches be starin’ like you didn’t puke

You unprepared if you can’t get two

Fuck it, tell ‘em bring six

Call my n**** Jonny Quick— how he icy with a stick

Last round drown pick, watch how we get rich

I’ma talk big shit, like a n**** big dick

You can’t tell me shit, bitch

Except where the lick went

By the way, I drip, bitch

Suck it with the lipstick

Fuck it, let me chill, shit

Conway told me “kill shit”

I done hit the kill switch (I done hit the kill switch…)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Look, shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, yeah

[Verse 3: Goosebytheway]

Fat boy be layin’ shit

Cl—Clumsy n**** how I break your bitch

Buds yellow, purple— Laker shit

I be takin’ from her while you take a shit

Ain’t no time to be wastin’, shit

Rolled a blunt, I done faced the shit

History, watch me make the shit

Bought a white plate

[Verse 4: KNDRX]

Yeah, still in my bag

Countin’ my blessings and countin’ the tag

I stay finessin’ my way to the cash

If I hit that bitch then she got a tag

Shorty top it off, she usin’ her hands

Throw it back, she gon’ give me the head

OnlyFans, she gon’ give me the bands

I got a shooter for her and her mans

She wanna chill but I got other plans

I get out, then it’s back to the spot

I could never turn my back on the block

I sent a play up, easy money, that’s a layup

They been sleepin’ on me, stay out

I’m in the playoffs, can’t afford another day off

I know this shit finna pay off

Drunk off the liquor, I’m feelin’ myself (Bey’)

Workin’ overtime, I’m killin’ myself

Drop the hottest tape, it’s still on the shelf

I’ve been prayin’ while I’m goin’ through hell

Weigh it out, I’ll put it out on the scale

Everywhere— I put it out in the mail

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Look, shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, yeah

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

Still in my bag, bitch, I’m still in my bag, uh

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

I’ll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

[Verse 5: SK Da King]

Posted on the corner, I got the toast under (I got toast under)

Keep me some shooters, but I got one too, and that’s for my own comfort (That’s for my own comfort)

Used to push that ROC, I was doin’ Hov numbers

Plug just sent like 100 more through, it’s gon’ be a cold summer (Woo)

Wintertime come, we got mad heaters

Bullets like the nose on a anteater (Ah!)

Shotgun like an elephant trunk (Boom)

The clip longer than a giraffe femur (Woo)

Spot ‘em like a panthera, but they can’t see us (Nah)

Bullets come fast as a damn cheetah

Right at your face like bear fingers, we’ll stampede ya

Fully with the switch and the fan feature, and that bitch don’t jam neither (Nah)

I give ‘em (What?) everything the 4 got/[forgot] then I catch amnesia (Woo)

You know it’s up when you see that van creepin’ (Skrrt)

Hop out, hoodie tight on, black sneakers

Yeah, they hated and threw stones at me, but I got back even

The black Jesus, ah (Woo)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Look, shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin’ down the whole summer, Maybach- Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin’ Hov numbers, whoa

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

Still in my bag, bitch, I’m still in my bag, uh

Still in my bag, I’m still in my bag, yeah

I’ll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

[Verse 6: Lucky Seven]

Lucky ain’t scared of shit, movin’ so arrogant

I ain’t got money for n*****, I’m wearin’ it (Yep)

It’s apparent, gettin’ paid from appearances  (Uh)

Airin’ the stick while I’m sharin’ my chair and shit

Maryland like 6 hours away

I was carryin’ pounds like I’m proud of the weight (Right)

Like a careless child I go out of the way, (Right) to fuck up your day

Bury your smile in the fountain of pain

I promise I’ll change, but right now I’m focused on countin’ some change

A mountain of money, I pile up in shame

Dive in it like I’m Scrooge McDuck

Benz field I got two in the front

Open the doors, it’s just women and blunts

Hop in, now you winnin’ with Luck

Shoppin’ ‘cause we spendin’ enough (Yeah)

Stock tips, hope you gettin’ ‘em up

Pop shit, nonsense, boxed in, nah, n****

I move when I want

Watch this, got rich, rock hits, mosh pits, musical stunts

Drop kick all the dudes in the front

You are not big, just take it from us

Drumwork, them n***** is us