Conway the Machine
Skit
[Conway:]
Yeah man
You know what it is n***a, Gunn, the King
Man listen, my man really smack shit outta n***as though man. Nah Frruck that, clap the shit outta n***as man word
Ugh, look

N***as feel kin cuz this shit is real fam
Only cop work if it's white or if it's real tan, 16 in the clip and 1 in the chamber now you hit, screamin like a bitch I thought you was gangsta
Laid out bleeding on your kicks dawg my clap is official, leave your house without your banger that's what it get you
Yo lord my third eye shines bright blinding your sight, you ain’t seen this much crime in your life son
It's real out in these fields every night a n***a get killed, im outside the club waving the steel, you get your shit peeled running up on mines, Just cuz you got a problem with the kid, get at the end chump coz its a long line
Field boot Carhartt brown, concealed the 4 pound, let me know if its going down we can get it on right now, 2 guns up im wilding til my days is up protecting your shit trying to fill them cages up
N***as up north will blaze you in the yard, get your face cut don't make me have to run in your gauge you fake fucks, get your safe touched
I'm straight to the H2 dealer to spend that cake up, then im merkin off in that grey truck
24s with screens in it watching casino with the team in it we scheme spinners, Getting high I'm looking fly jeans cost 500 there's five guns in the trunk try your luck and get frrucked up
Gucci aviator glasses and [?]viezel fabrics blowing a ratchet put a hole in you bastards for practice told you old boy I'm no average, try to reach my status and get denied access
Coming home on that jail shit I put a bullet in your helmet finish you send you to hell prick, word
It's street entertainment you can’t stop us dog what you think them choppers for?

[Gunn:]
Aye yo LX470 sliding coups off the melody, slum lord still on the run, from a felony
I sold drugs more than half my life, jewelry on I make n***as wanna snatch my ice, word life
We got lex coups and beamers over here, P, trig, and mac bulletproof ask premier
Handling nines been handing hammers out sun tan fives, inclined line Cartier's for the summertime
[?]latega polos on 360's and a caesar
Big cuban links looking like you crazy on, medallion swing ya peeping him lord, breathing through his ski mask
Killing my own people's to get cash fuck em
Ride through ya hood in a beamer wag yo, keep the upstate style fuck crystal we drink Henny straight and turn slight green wild
Million dollar deals on tables, canary face Jesús swinging off a rose gold cable
Politickin on OT money I think Ohio [?], Crashed the E class I think I'll drive the Lex, Rolex money since 18
Have a model bitches titties out while they cooking up bird clean, trump plaza, drum swing a [?]veazal sagger, do it in your birkin bag-uh
Crack bags filled with fish scale, I'll do 25 to life as long as I'm rich in jail
Ayo I hold a automatic cuz these streets where I'm from is heartless plus I like big jewels and y'all n***as starving
Leroy ave throwing money out a Porsche colorful stones watching Al Capone getting tortured
Drug dealers cash rule n***a we the illest alive a bunch of fly killers holding up nines
I'm used to standing on the block all day with dimes salute to blowing up and pushing Q45's
Peace lord Bentley is all, take the AR's on tour, Aunt Jory seen the jury for pure, big chains on just [?]lovato I ain't a God
Since the days with the 4, loading macs just in case it turned war, body die 40 shots in em look at the boy
Since that 30 dollar duffle up hustling in front of the store, maury boot in your door
Jesus piece flooded galore, chrome 800 shot his whole face off, Faggit!