Conway The Machine, Wun Two - Brick by Brick lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Wun Two [GERMANY]
[Conway The Machine, Wun Two - Brick by Brick lyrics]
Snoop doggy dogg
You need to go get a jobby job (Brrrrr)
Missile shit, all day long, nigga
Missiles all day long, nigga
I don't know why y'all niggas keep playing with my name
Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch
Look, look
You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick
Come back so good, I had to kiss my wrist
Bitches play my songs in the whip like, "This my shit"
Look how I'm gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch
Look, I'm still a G, won't ever switch my pitch (Hah)
Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks
And I still rock the drip by Rick (Hah)
It's DrumWork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick
Haha, like I'm Frank the Saint
But this new tape about to take the cake
Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate
Chop until the razor break (Woo), look
They say he great, I mean you heard God Don't Make Mistakes
But when I drop WON'T HE DO IT, I'ma break the bank
I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength (Ah)
Just tell me the day and date
I'm pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked, niggas ain't gon' bully us
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, that shit ain't good enough
The Rollie bezel booger'd up (Talk to em)
Them rap niggas y'all dickriding ain't good as us
Ain't hood enough, I'm still eating nigga, I ain't full enough
Word to my nigga OJ, all my shit be fully bust
Machine, bitch (I got you niggas, king, yeah)
You need to go get a jobby job (Brrrrr)
Missile shit, all day long, nigga
Missiles all day long, nigga
I don't know why y'all niggas keep playing with my name
Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch
Look, look
You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick
Come back so good, I had to kiss my wrist
Bitches play my songs in the whip like, "This my shit"
Look how I'm gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch
Look, I'm still a G, won't ever switch my pitch (Hah)
Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks
And I still rock the drip by Rick (Hah)
It's DrumWork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick
Haha, like I'm Frank the Saint
But this new tape about to take the cake
Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate
Chop until the razor break (Woo), look
They say he great, I mean you heard God Don't Make Mistakes
But when I drop WON'T HE DO IT, I'ma break the bank
I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength (Ah)
Just tell me the day and date
I'm pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked, niggas ain't gon' bully us
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, that shit ain't good enough
The Rollie bezel booger'd up (Talk to em)
Them rap niggas y'all dickriding ain't good as us
Ain't hood enough, I'm still eating nigga, I ain't full enough
Word to my nigga OJ, all my shit be fully bust
Machine, bitch (I got you niggas, king, yeah)