Conway The Machine, Armani Caesar - Anza lyrics

Woo woo
Big bag alert yeah
You know we gettin' the most money, right?
We already got the most money, nigga
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

When you see me, big watch
Fifty pointers in the bezel of it
(You see it?)
Big Draco on me, you could never tough it
(Ha)
Try and run down, better think better of it
Told my shooter, "If it's smoke
Then you better up it" (Boom, boom, boom)
That bitch pussy good
But I could never love it (Not at all)
I dive in that pussy
Like I'm treasure huntin' (Splash)
She ain't really my bitch, but she my bitch
(That's my bitch)
Took her out thе hood, now she levelеd up
(Ha) uh, might put her in the CCs
The two Fs and the GGs (Talk to 'em)
The CDs and the DGs
And I pass the bitch off, CP3 (Ha ha ha)
We come, big strap, peon, get back
I am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack
(Brr)
Put my whole city on map, we won't get at
Niggas know what we on, get back, nigga
Let this bitch breathe

I ain't done

Let this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve
Big brodie sold keys, big forty on me
Two hundred on Vs, try and run up on me
Your mama gon' grieve, bro
You know we gon' squeeze
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bro, you know you won't leave
You know we on go, bro
You know we don't freeze
Kutter hangin' out the car and
He throwin' light breeze (Brr)
Know we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps
Got the 44 Colt like a Rodeo
Homie gon' bleed
(Boom) , put the hole in both knees
Gotta suck it if your pussy on bleed
(Ha) , let that bitch breathe

Bitch, breathe, let that bitch breathe
Breathe, let that bitch breathe
Let that bitch breathe
Let that bitch breathe
Bitch, let that bitch breathe
Let that bitch breathe (Woo)

Uh, I just got another bag, nigga (Woo)
Uh, I'm really tied in with the streets
I ain't just another rap nigga (Woo)
Yeah, and that's a fact, nigga
That ain't no cap
We be slidin' with the MACs
Nigga, thirty-two shot clips, call
That shit Shaq, nigga
(Brr) aimin' at your hat, nigga
Put you on your back
Play with me if you want
To, that'll get you whacked, nigga
MVP form, you can go and check the stats
Nigga 'Bout to win a ring, then
I'm winnin' back-to back, nigga
(Hah, hah, hah) roll another Back, yeah
You know I'm puttin' wax in it
Louis letterman, LV on the patch
I don't love no ho
I ain't gettin' too attached with her
Hit it from the back
Then I say I'll holler back
Gotta let that bitch breathe
(Haha, bitch, breathe)

Uh, uh queen Caese

When you see me, Queen Caese
Bow down when you greet me (Uh)
Full speed, I got the green like Luigi
(Come on)
Lotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
(Breezy) known to do a AmEx greasy
Mani ain't the chick you can get right to
(Uh, huh) hit my line
Highly doubt you will get right through
(Uh, uh) gaultier on the boots
That's my get right shoe (O oh)
Griselda is the movement and
The get right crew (Yup)
Slim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag
(O oh) deuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke
Who mad? (Yup)
Bad bitch, big drip with a whole lotta swag
(Ah)
Five-six, fly chick, whole lotta ass (Woo)
Hit the club, pop Ace, blow a lil' cash
(Cash)
Push a coupe, deuce double-O on the dash
Ain't about the money
It's fuck 'em like Mr marcus (Fuck 'em)
Married to the money
Tell niggas I'm off the market
(I'm off the market)

Huh, don't get scared now, niggas
Let's talk about it, pussy ass niggas
If you don't know about it
Ask your ho about it
It's up and it's motherfuckin' stuck there
Lights out for you niggas and you bitches too
Griselda forever, big steppers