38 Spesh, Conway The Machine - Unruly lyrics

My rich niggas shit nigga
Bum ass niggas, trash, love

The Maybach sittin' on 4G Auto
You know the motto, give anybody a 40 holla
Pool party at the mansion, I got 40 models
Ace of spades by the case, I'm rollin' more gelato
We was in them traps and shit was real in there
Cocaine residue all on the silverware
They gave Floyd 15, my niggas still in there
Only took me less than two years to become a millionaire
I done got richer than my adversaries
That's why I keep Extendo clip up in this Mac I carry
Every beat you heard me spittin' on, I had to bury
Only thing on my resume that's missin' is a track with Mary
Listen, ain't no cap in my vocabulary
Say you got guns and you got bricks, what is imaginary?
V.S. Diamonds in my wrist, rappin' and that's Canary
Pull up in the Wraith, that's Matt Black and Gary

Now where your heart go?
I'ma make sure that you bleed awful
No joke, to match my smoke, you gon' need charcoal
Seen narcos, I transport extreme cargo
And I don't call myself no plug, I'm just resourceful
Formal, that's how we dress to seem normal
My chef prepare breakfast on green marble
Free Carlos, this was the wire I beam Marlowe
The only gangsta still alive and free to see tomorrow
B called you, just in case they try to recall you
One time I smacked a rat on cam and got three lawsuits