Lupita!

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Con-- Con--

Conductor

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh, uh huh, uh, uh, uh, mm hmm hmm, uh huh, uh)

Uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse: Conway the Machine]

My dog went down 12, he waiting to see how freedom taste

Got the yay on the stove, 'bout to free the base (Whip up)

Tryna see how much soda it even take (Uh)

Fiend at the window early, she need to wake up

Running shit so long, I need a break (Uh)

Black Richard Mille, call it Lupita face (Hahaha)

We can increase the stakes if that be the case (Uh)

Got some layer money, talk, I can beat a case

They know 'Chine power, scoop some yay in a blender like it's protein powder (Ah, whip)

Then I stirred crazy, but I'm no Gene Wilder

Million fourteen that knocked bro spleen out him, I know these cowards

I'm scoping a masterpiece with my pen though

The excitement for it was already a crescendo (Woo!)

Desert eagle ring, I'm CeeLo Green, who was that in my window?

Blow! I shoot and splatter your mental

The back of the Benz, my jacket was Kenzo (Uh huh)

Rapping, I been dope, you rappers been broke (Facts, woo!)

I'm writing like a high scholar, mind boggler

What Con does is shoot sinners, I'm Ryan Coogler

I made a tough guy holler when he felt the rawkus from my thirty pop, I had him singing at a high octave

Left him screaming out while he bleeding out

Get to Lakeisha house and hid the piece underneath the couch

Don't mention me with that bum, he's a slouch (Haha)

I will flip and pistol whip diamond teeth from his mouth (Ahh!)

Machine bitch, Reject 3

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Well, I did poor before the cops come, twelve (Yeah)

Take to the scene picking them shotgun shells (Ah)

I'm sick in the head, baby, I'm not so well (Hah)

They ain't getting no paper, I can tell (Hahh)

Well, I did poor before the cops come, twelve (Pop pop pop)

Take to the scene picking them shotgun shells (Yeah)

I'm sick in the head, baby, I'm not so well (Hah)

I'm sick in the head, baby, I'm not so well