Conway The Machine - Barbarik lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Barbarik lyrics]
More Steroids nigga you know what's up nigga
That's more drums for these fuck niggas
Look, look
50 shots sticks lift 'em where he stand
I promise nigga
I'm dumping all 50 when I blam
On the strip pitching grams see the
Pigs and then we scram
Throwing yayo in the bushes like
50 on the 'Gram it was a void in grimy rap
I had to take control
See yo' favorite rapper out
And break his nose
My shooters sniffed the yay and froze
Then he start letting the bullets
And his K explode
Niggas can't fuck with my toast game
The flow so propane
I'm Jon Bones Jones on the cocaine
Y'all better get low when the toast aim
Send a package in the mail
I'm Demarcus Cousins with the postgame
Nigga we don't flow the same
I was fucking these hoes with no chain
I keep it a hunnid, no change
Nigga, I don't follow a trend, I wrote pain
Still neck his windpipe from his throat hang
Clapping with the ninas, Raf Simons Adidas
As far as rap go
Go and ask if I'm the meanest
These niggas on pills these
Rap niggas is leaning
Rap circles round niggas
This MAC-10 it'll lean 'em
Youngin wanna wack niggas he
Askin for a reason
Like "please big bro lemme
Clap niggas I'm fiending"
He want another body
He dumping with a shottie
Go 'head say something it'll
Be a motherfucking homi, nigga
That's more drums for these fuck niggas
Look, look
50 shots sticks lift 'em where he stand
I promise nigga
I'm dumping all 50 when I blam
On the strip pitching grams see the
Pigs and then we scram
Throwing yayo in the bushes like
50 on the 'Gram it was a void in grimy rap
I had to take control
See yo' favorite rapper out
And break his nose
My shooters sniffed the yay and froze
Then he start letting the bullets
And his K explode
Niggas can't fuck with my toast game
The flow so propane
I'm Jon Bones Jones on the cocaine
Y'all better get low when the toast aim
Send a package in the mail
I'm Demarcus Cousins with the postgame
Nigga we don't flow the same
I was fucking these hoes with no chain
I keep it a hunnid, no change
Nigga, I don't follow a trend, I wrote pain
Still neck his windpipe from his throat hang
Clapping with the ninas, Raf Simons Adidas
As far as rap go
Go and ask if I'm the meanest
These niggas on pills these
Rap niggas is leaning
Rap circles round niggas
This MAC-10 it'll lean 'em
Youngin wanna wack niggas he
Askin for a reason
Like "please big bro lemme
Clap niggas I'm fiending"
He want another body
He dumping with a shottie
Go 'head say something it'll
Be a motherfucking homi, nigga