Conway The Machine - Egyptian Cloth lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Egyptian Cloth lyrics]
Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A fuck nigga, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the nigga's shit lopside, yeah
Push the Bugatti like Speed
Racer driving mach 5
How I ain't in your niggas top five?
When it comes to this grimy shit
I'm the top guy (I'm that nigga)
And I don't even jot lines
(I don't be writin' this shit, nigga)
Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak
(That's just one bottle)
Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke
(Uh, huh) lay a nigga down if he want smoke
(What's poppin', nigga?) stackin' my bread
Ain't tryna die and leave my son broke
I'm that nigga if you haven't heard
Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns
Burberry trench, I just had to splurge
(You see me, baby) richest nigga in my city
Nigga, that's my word, word
Yeah, fuck the fed cops
Free the niggas that the feds locked
Wig out your head top, hollow head, lead pop
Tear drops tatted on my shooter's face
Dreadlock shoot you where you stand
That's your motherfuckin' bed spot
Hall N Nash shit, drive-bys playin' real cops
Youngin on the backseat shootin'
'til I say stop
Machine got this rap shit in a headlock, yeah
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A fuck nigga, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the nigga's shit lopside, yeah
Push the Bugatti like Speed
Racer driving mach 5
How I ain't in your niggas top five?
When it comes to this grimy shit
I'm the top guy (I'm that nigga)
And I don't even jot lines
(I don't be writin' this shit, nigga)
Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak
(That's just one bottle)
Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke
(Uh, huh) lay a nigga down if he want smoke
(What's poppin', nigga?) stackin' my bread
Ain't tryna die and leave my son broke
I'm that nigga if you haven't heard
Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns
Burberry trench, I just had to splurge
(You see me, baby) richest nigga in my city
Nigga, that's my word, word
Yeah, fuck the fed cops
Free the niggas that the feds locked
Wig out your head top, hollow head, lead pop
Tear drops tatted on my shooter's face
Dreadlock shoot you where you stand
That's your motherfuckin' bed spot
Hall N Nash shit, drive-bys playin' real cops
Youngin on the backseat shootin'
'til I say stop
Machine got this rap shit in a headlock, yeah