Conway the Machine
Doors Locked
(Flee Lord)
[brrrrtt] Backwoods burning like a dutch
Naw bro can't turn it after us...
Doors locked..
Aw bro can't turn it...
Backwoods... LORD LORD!!!
St. Laurent jeans no belts no cuffs
That my hands been on the burner so i felt hoes up (Boom!) Delgado run it slow, with an ill nozzle
Drink the whole thing we don't spill bottles
Loyalty the circle bout to order me some purple
I'ma treat you like a baby if they order me to burp you (Boom Boom!)
Riding with the regulators flying till they separate us, (SKKKRT) check the paper
High but I'm always gunna respect my neighbors
Pocket full of dead crackers, opp was throwin lead at us
Runnin with thе mob ties? gon get the fеd status
Brilliant with the schemes and dealin with the fiends this is more than a song you can feel it in your dreams! (feel it in your dreams!!)
Drums like a school band, they coming for a few grand
Touch lord flee? We cuttin off a few hands
Kilo in my PayPal these old headies straight wild, all my lord yard n***as see you on that weight pile lord!

(Hook)

(Conway the Machine)
Rocking designer to my feet, I'm a lion you a sheep
Rhyming too elite effortlessly gliding through a beat i promise you its beef if I'm sliding I'm sliding through discreet firing till you laying dying in the street still got the iron on the seat
Why you trying to compete I inspire these n***as they tell you different then they lying through they teeth {hahahah}
I'm back at the Benz dealership I'm buying up a fleet I'm getting all the money when I retire you can eat
Don't confuse it as my rapper demeanor I'm Thanos with the stones can kill half you n***as with a snap of a finger
Thinkin back to when i was tappin Regina in back of a beamer
My Pelli Pelli jacket i was strapped with the steamer rest in peace my n***a (?) rest in peace my n***a (?) used to ride around looking for somebody to smoke
Draco everywhere i go
If its Russia then lemme know its loyalty or death weather you rich or you broke