Conway The Machine, Prodigy - Broken Safety lyrics

Yeah yeah, pass that my nigga swing that
Know I mean? Just out there doin what we do
This motherfuckin money
Take off your motherfuckin top nigga

CONWAY
Cookies with the wax and my cigar was pouring
I got it shipped over from my dog in Oakland
Cough from smoking
The safety on the 40 is broken
So I"m'a hit a few niggas when the 40 open
Killers don’t act off emotions
Conway, Prodigy, shooting like Lowry
Demar DeRozan every time I spit a bar
Is like God has spoken
That’s why they feel my music
Way across the ocean
Throwing my mask, black hoodie, pack the
Black fully automatic, brat brat, facts
I am that bully three hoes cutting my black
Skully I’m that gully
Talk to me crazy get your
Mouth back smacked bloody
Trust me, shit really ‘bout to get that ugly
Fuck a chain
I buy machine guns with my rap money
Gotta bunch of young niggas
That’ll clap for me whack from me
Pop a nigga take the rack from me
When I got hit they was hoping
It was a wrap for me
Nah I’m back dummies, fuck it
My niggas open wings shots
To clean trap money
Using the sack or selling birds
Ain’t that funny?
Ain’t it ironic, all my shit is
Iconic, fire chronic, Machine bitch
My balls is bionic
Bodies get chocked up, drive-by on walk ups
You’re trying the run
My lil homies was waiting in the shortcut
That’s how we was brought up
The OG’s they taught us: just
Stack your money, stay down
Don’t snitch if you get caught up
My dog headed to Elmira on
The prison tour bus
He hit a nigga twelve year old
Sister shooting his sports shop
He had my homie going on a vacation
Told me that snitch, we gon get em
We gon stay patient
Pop his leg first before the K waist em
I’m’a piss on the nigga face
Like I’m Ray Nathan

Hook
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully
Couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully
Couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button

PRODIGY

Machine with the bandana rap on it
That's Conway and P, that's a slapper homie
That's where the base say
New York say it's a fire dunn
They ain't want this murder then
Why the fuck you hire thugs
As sure as blood is burning in my veins
I serve verses like cain
Burn rappers like haze
I kill you slow like AIDS
We laugh at your pain
That fish you make is funny when your crying
I'm a say I'm very disappointed with you
Thought you was a mobster
I got your bitch dog, come as a bitch
I'm a pure breed G's
And you a mix bread fucker
You was talking major shit, now
Your calling me your brother, nigga
I am not your bro, you was never the homie
You tried to set me off for death
But I'm still going
It's very apparent that you're fronting
And I'm the one bustin with
The broken safe button hook
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully
Couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button
Shake the fire pen, take the handle grip
Couldn't control it fully
Couldn't handle the kick
Bitch my gun got a broken safe button
Bitch my hands gotta broken safe button