Conway the Machine
Nine on My Lap
(El Camino)
I’m in the latest vette, pay respects
This one for whippers that really make it stretch
I ain’t too far from the curb, I still play the steps
Fuck a vest I snuck up on yo ass and razor ya neck
I’m coming through just waving my scat
Like I’m obsessed I ain’t stopping til I put me a hole in ya chest
Cancel you out as if you were a threat
Or a bitch that keep callin me and I’m just ignoring the text
I’m in this bitch so let’s pop some Moëts
Something told me to bring my glizzy I think it’s a test
I usually got the tech when I pull up to (inaudible)
One wrong move that could get you left
N***a say less
You better play cool when I’m around cuz I stay strapped
N***as really move and play ball with the big dogs
Gotta think of something else to call it this ain’t rap
My n***a facts
It’s demons on my back
(Hook)
That why I keep a nina on my lap
That’s why I keep this nina on my lap
N***a that’s why I keep this nina on my lap
(Conway The Machine)
Yea, I got this nina on my lap N***a
The body dropped and he ain’t hear a shot
I crept through that shortcut, I air his top
Three racks for my kicks, two hundred dollar pair of socks
I’m the new king, I’m D’Aaron Fox
Shot him on Davis found his body somewhere on fox
My life is a movie it can air on Fox
Double Rs on the truck, you gotta clear the lot
I jump out blaring Pac and I ain’t wear my watch
The bitches still stare and watch
Two 40s that’s a pair of Glocks
Two traps, two stoves that’s a pair of pots
1250 for my jeans, a few pair I cop
Camino tell me where to stop
See me on Genesee I stare and drive
I just say the word, a little n***a come clear the block
Hollow tips hit him and tear his top
Rockin this off white Louie all the bitches wanna know where I shop
A long way from dope, weed baggin
I’m OG status
You know me, I’m Kobe status
I don’t be passive, with n***as
Nah, im gon be at em
My album bout to drop
You know that shit is gon be massive
It’s gon be classic
MOB you know we blastin
We don’t be mackin
Its gon be static
We slide through, its gon be tragic
It’s Showtime, you gon see magic
Funeral homes boy, it’s gonna be caskets
50 shot sticky you know we has it