Conway The Machine, Elcamino - D Wade lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.
[Conway The Machine, Elcamino - D Wade lyrics]
Yo, yo
On the ave shooting dice with the monies out
The honeys out chains on, sipping Remy, raw
My younging got the thing on him
If a nigga jump stupid
Just blow his brains on him
If not, just clip his man
And I’ma bang on him, make it rain on him
Uh, go insane on him 40 was showing
Can’t say that I ain’t warn him
I shot him out his Gucci highwaters
I know the nigga pissed, take the
Rolly off his wrist, it’s yours, nigga
You wouldn’t even have to squeeze your grip
You ready to put it in, I see you loyal
Nigga these niggas talk that gangster shit
But lowkey will be a bitch, I be knowing
Nigga i got it out the mud
I had to work my way up
It’s for my soil niggas
What up you know what’s up, nigga
It’s for my niggas getting it
Out of the motherfucking trenches, nigga
All my young niggas what’s popping, nigga
It’s that Griselda, nigga
It’s that Griselda shit, nigga uh, look
On the ave shooting dice, Camino gun was out
Throw four 56 twice and then I’m running out
With that pussy nigga cash
That nigga had to stop it
Eighty-three hundred in the bank
That was that faggot probably
Out in Cali shipping boxes
40 racks on watches
I’m taking over the game
Just sit back and watch it
You wasn’t wrapping blocks before we
Had this rap shit popping
It was sell bricks or rob niggas
We ain’t had no option
Yeah, the mac-90 with the long clip
This shit for real
Don’t be thinking it’s just some song shit
With Action Bronson smoking and
Taking bong hit's
Get a verse from The Machine
I’ll get your song lit
Yeah, you should pay homage, I’m the don
Bitch don’t get yourself shot for
Saying the wrong shit
Trust me, I stay strapped with the fully
It’s The Machine, bitch
I’m back on my bully shit
Camino, what’s good, nigga yeah
It’s that motherfucking Griselda shit, nigga
Niggas know what’s up, nigga
We run the streets, nigga
Straight like that, nigga
We run the streets, nigga
Niggas know what’s up, nigga
Niggas can’t get out of pocket
Without getting gunned down, nigga
Do your homework, nigga, check your history
Homie this shit is unreal, homie
On the ave shooting dice with the monies out
The honeys out chains on, sipping Remy, raw
My younging got the thing on him
If a nigga jump stupid
Just blow his brains on him
If not, just clip his man
And I’ma bang on him, make it rain on him
Uh, go insane on him 40 was showing
Can’t say that I ain’t warn him
I shot him out his Gucci highwaters
I know the nigga pissed, take the
Rolly off his wrist, it’s yours, nigga
You wouldn’t even have to squeeze your grip
You ready to put it in, I see you loyal
Nigga these niggas talk that gangster shit
But lowkey will be a bitch, I be knowing
Nigga i got it out the mud
I had to work my way up
It’s for my soil niggas
What up you know what’s up, nigga
It’s for my niggas getting it
Out of the motherfucking trenches, nigga
All my young niggas what’s popping, nigga
It’s that Griselda, nigga
It’s that Griselda shit, nigga uh, look
On the ave shooting dice, Camino gun was out
Throw four 56 twice and then I’m running out
With that pussy nigga cash
That nigga had to stop it
Eighty-three hundred in the bank
That was that faggot probably
Out in Cali shipping boxes
40 racks on watches
I’m taking over the game
Just sit back and watch it
You wasn’t wrapping blocks before we
Had this rap shit popping
It was sell bricks or rob niggas
We ain’t had no option
Yeah, the mac-90 with the long clip
This shit for real
Don’t be thinking it’s just some song shit
With Action Bronson smoking and
Taking bong hit's
Get a verse from The Machine
I’ll get your song lit
Yeah, you should pay homage, I’m the don
Bitch don’t get yourself shot for
Saying the wrong shit
Trust me, I stay strapped with the fully
It’s The Machine, bitch
I’m back on my bully shit
Camino, what’s good, nigga yeah
It’s that motherfucking Griselda shit, nigga
Niggas know what’s up, nigga
We run the streets, nigga
Straight like that, nigga
We run the streets, nigga
Niggas know what’s up, nigga
Niggas can’t get out of pocket
Without getting gunned down, nigga
Do your homework, nigga, check your history
Homie this shit is unreal, homie
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