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conway the machine - untitled drums lyrics

[part one]

[intro: westside gunn & conway]
brr, boom boom boom boom boom boom
hahaha
griselda
grr, griselda, man, gxfr
griselda

[part two]

[intro: conway]
live from motherf-ckin’ east side buffalo, new york, n-gga
hahahaha, f-ckin’ machine, b-tch
yeah

[verse: conway]
what’s poppin’, my n-gga, it’s conway
i promise it’s ‘bout to get realer for n-ggas
y’all probably not even k!llers, but
rap about it in all of your lyrics, this sh-t is weak
they tellin’ me i’m the illest, i ain’t even hit my peak (ha)
the hood know i’m official, a pistol in my reach
the grimiest of all time is me, officially (that’s a fact, homie)
i done got in this b-tch and made history
and proved beyond a reasonable doubt, n0body sick as me
they probably sick of me, i’ve been k!lling’ sh-t consistently
i don’t give ‘em a chance to drop nothing, i’m hot, f-ck it (hahaha)
it’s my time right now, you gotta watch, f-cker (ha)
just sit back and hate on me, and run your c-cksucker (p-ssy)
‘cause that’s all you can do
‘cause n0body can’t f-ck with the bars that i spew (not at all)
mac-11, let it rain, homie (brr)
it’s the motherf-ckin’ machine, homie

[part three]

[intro: conway]
uh huh, yeah, look

[verse: conway]
crack a cigar, put a safe in it (smokin’)
ransack your momma house, it’s just a safe in it
g-ride in the hood, listen to blakk tape in it (uh huh)
fifth on me, clap a n-gga in his face with it
uh, closet full of bape sh-t
supreme fiend, just don with the snake brim (uh)
fifteen hundred for my jeans
ar-15 is gunnin’ at your spleen (brr)
yo, what the f-ck you n-ggas mean?
how you think that you could f-ck with the machine?
hk with the green beam and the silencer (ah)
two to the helmet, close range, that’ll silence him (doot doot doot)
i might have to straight slap the sh-t out of a
rap n-gga to show n-ggas ain’t n0body wild as us (ah)
they sayin’ we the hardest since ’96 (uh huh)
get out of pocket, you gon’ die quick (yeah, machine)

[part four]

[intro: conway]
sh-t, the f-ck is that sh-t we smokin’?
blueberry, hit that, that sh-t gas
sh-t, ah, d-mn, uh
alright, lemme get back, look
this guy is a machine

[verse: conway]
i leave you dead where you stand and walk through your hood with your head in my hands (hahahaha)
uh, fair colored tan (uh)
free my n-ggas doin’ 20 in the feds for the yams (free the homies)
yeah, put the potato on the barrel (okay)
told you stay in your lane or i’ma air you
i know you got family but i ain’t tryna hear you
one shot, bullet went clear through
uh, n-ggas violatin’ then gotta go (uh huh)
papi throw my bricks, i tell ‘em adios
give it the hood and then i gotta ghost
two n-ggas owe me money, f-ck it, shot ‘em both (ha)
every n-gga with me, bet they got a body
so if you think it’s a game, go ‘head, n-gga, try me (go ‘head, n-gga)
put you on the news, n-gga
they found out body with your f-ckin’ head removed, n-gga

[part five]

[skit: unknown]
alright everyone
here we go with your final survival series report
it is right around the corner
this wednesday night, thanksgiving eve
exclusively on pay-per-view television, folks
i’m talkin’ about the survivor series
this is the ultimate in team compet-tion, and so much so
i strongly suggest you pick up the blower right now
get on the phone and contact your local cable company
avoid busy operators at the eleventh hour
now then

[skit: westside gunn & interviewer]
you never gon’ move how i move
you never gon’ think how i think
you know what i’m sayin’?
i could make some nike sh-t look like versace
you know what i’m sayin’?
‘cause that’s just me, you know what i’m sayin’?
i like it, it’s like-
it’s whatever
fly, hood, gangster, sl!ck talk sh-t

[part six]

[intro: westside gunn]
brr, boom boom boom boom boom boom

[verse: westside gunn]
ayo, cocaine pots lookin’ like basquiats
on a triple deck yacht coppin’ blocks
had the orange stripes on the 350s, get with me
hangin’ out the a, shot the n-gga like he ricky (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
.45 in the cl-ssic guess with the triangle
c0ke spot wrapped around the corner like rayful’s
took the 7 out, had the baking soda take over
helmut jaws laid in the pot, let the stove up
dope money make the world go ‘round
king of my city from down the way to uptown
ds find your body with a bullet in your throat
in all black, medusa head on the loss, y’all n-ggas broke
f-ck around, a three pound might hit ya (boom)
my man came home violated in december
see you two years from now
picture commissary, i’ma hold you down
heard my n-gga ike about to touch ya
we used to run the yard, you’re times up
7:30 on the joe paul

[outro]
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda, griselda, griselda, griselda
griselda-gris-gris-gris-griselda

[part seven]

[intro: conway]
uh, conway, look

[verse: conway]
uh, talk to me crazy, see the fifth rise
from my hip then everything in the clip fly (boom)
uh, see the maserati zip by (vroom)
you n-ggas still bums even when you get fly (ah)
i’m that n-gga, let the streets know
huh, this rap sh-t a free throw (easy, n-gga)
woah, stay p-ssin’ out the cliquot (uh huh)
ten bands for your body, but that’s cheap though (lazy)
that bullsh-t chain, you can keep those (hahaha)
a hundred shots ringin’, f-ck police though (brr)
face twisted but the flow still a beast though (uh huh)
f-ck them n-ggas hatin’, i’ma still eat though (yeah)
huh, homie facin’ for the 9
he a builder, came home like alex smith for the cheap though
uh, they let me in the game, now you stuck with me (huh)
machine, b-tch, n0body can f-ck with me (woah)

[outro: conway]
n0body can f-ck with me

[part eight]

[skit: interviewer & roc marciano]
conway, this, this, this
conway crazy
conway is crazy
conway is crazy
like, conway, conway, man
yeah
like, is this n-gga
berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
can he take it to the next level?
berserk, berserk, straight up
berserk, you can’t even f-ck with him
he’s crazy

[intro: conway]
look, look, look up, uh
this guy is a machine

[verse: conway]
gold rollie with the yellow stones
shooter sprayin’ up your house while your mother home
catch a body, throw it out and buy another chrome (uh huh)
drive-bys broad day, that’s what the f-ck i’m on (brr)
silencer on the mac i use (doot, doot)
bet awards, i took a rapper jewels (ah)
n-ggas behind the wall took a rapper shoes (run that sh-t, n-gga)
p-ssy, that’s my phone, you gotta ask to use (uh huh)
resi on the fork still (what)
two time felon ridin’ with the torch still (woo)
f-ck police, i ain’t trippin’, f-ck n-gga think i’m slippin’
bet i’m leavin’ him a corpse still (boom boom)
shorty rollin’ on a fourth pill (she rollin’)
f-ck rap, i just turned down my fourth deal (hahahaha)
i’m gettin’ money out the streets, n-gga (ha)
i’ma make sure all my n-ggas eat, n-gga (no cap)

[part nine]

[outro: westside gunn & conway]
salute, until the next sh-t we drop, you heard?
griselda, baby, takin’ over
griselda, n-gga, conway the machine, n-gga, gone
boom boom boom boom boom boom, brr

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