Conway The Machine - 3 Bodies lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - 3 Bodies lyrics]
Yeah, Conway, bitch machine, bitch
Griselda, bitch, Statik Selektah
You know what's up nigga
Tec, what up my nigga
Look, one call, papi sendin' off load
Trey pound with the long nose
Send you niggas to the crossroads
I used to whip the raw upon my aunt stove
Remember I don't know how to whip it
I lost O's them bodies in the hood
My niggas caught those
I had to cut my nigga off
I heard my dog told, whoa
She seen the Rollie and your broad choose
I back this MAC out, you niggas all froze
(they pussy) i'm just paintin' pictures
Niggas ain't as vivid kept it gangsta
Now they wanna jump in my lane and switch it
Aim the stainless Smith and Wesson at
Your cranium and lift it
I'm just tryin' to explain
To you I'm different
Uhh, I was raised a little different
Catch me on droppin' Franklins on shit
I got a box and I'ma off it in a week
Lately it's been kind of hard
For me to sleep, 'cause it's
There's money on my mind and
It's bodies on my pistol youngin on parole
He still ridin' with his blick though
I just get a word
He pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch
And you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he lookin' for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah
Look, you pussy niggas keep on playin'
Til I pull up with them 50
Shots and keep on sprayin'
I'm the illest with the shit
That's what they keep on sayin'
Plug keep sendin' that box
Then I'ma keep on weighin'
I'ma keep on cookin', I'ma keep on whippin'
You niggas still catchin' cases
Niggas keep on snitchin'
Damn, you niggas got robbed again
You niggas keep on bitchin'
Need another body
My trigger finger keep on itchin'
Look, Griselda, nigga, we more different
Machine, bitch, he more gifted
You can't fuck with me or mystic
Westside Gunn, I green light
They squeeze off blickers
Gotta re more like 3 more fishes
I've been independent but
Homie I'm conductin' Lyor business
Listen close, shout out my B-more niggas
Nigga
(Y'all niggas better enjoy this shit, nigga
More Steroids, nigga haha)
There's money on my mind and
It's bodies on my pistol youngin on parole
He still ridin' with his blick though
I just get a word
He pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch
And you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he lookin' for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah
Griselda, bitch, Statik Selektah
You know what's up nigga
Tec, what up my nigga
Look, one call, papi sendin' off load
Trey pound with the long nose
Send you niggas to the crossroads
I used to whip the raw upon my aunt stove
Remember I don't know how to whip it
I lost O's them bodies in the hood
My niggas caught those
I had to cut my nigga off
I heard my dog told, whoa
She seen the Rollie and your broad choose
I back this MAC out, you niggas all froze
(they pussy) i'm just paintin' pictures
Niggas ain't as vivid kept it gangsta
Now they wanna jump in my lane and switch it
Aim the stainless Smith and Wesson at
Your cranium and lift it
I'm just tryin' to explain
To you I'm different
Uhh, I was raised a little different
Catch me on droppin' Franklins on shit
I got a box and I'ma off it in a week
Lately it's been kind of hard
For me to sleep, 'cause it's
There's money on my mind and
It's bodies on my pistol youngin on parole
He still ridin' with his blick though
I just get a word
He pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch
And you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he lookin' for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah
Look, you pussy niggas keep on playin'
Til I pull up with them 50
Shots and keep on sprayin'
I'm the illest with the shit
That's what they keep on sayin'
Plug keep sendin' that box
Then I'ma keep on weighin'
I'ma keep on cookin', I'ma keep on whippin'
You niggas still catchin' cases
Niggas keep on snitchin'
Damn, you niggas got robbed again
You niggas keep on bitchin'
Need another body
My trigger finger keep on itchin'
Look, Griselda, nigga, we more different
Machine, bitch, he more gifted
You can't fuck with me or mystic
Westside Gunn, I green light
They squeeze off blickers
Gotta re more like 3 more fishes
I've been independent but
Homie I'm conductin' Lyor business
Listen close, shout out my B-more niggas
Nigga
(Y'all niggas better enjoy this shit, nigga
More Steroids, nigga haha)
There's money on my mind and
It's bodies on my pistol youngin on parole
He still ridin' with his blick though
I just get a word
He pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch
And you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he lookin' for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah