[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]
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