Conway The Machine - Fire Squad lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Fire Squad lyrics]
Yeah nigga sE muh'fuckin' Gang nigga
You already know what it is nigga
Griselda nigga look
I ain't talkin' to one
I'm talkin' to all of you
Stay in your lane, I promise I will off you
Okay I'm sorry if I lost you
But this ain't what happened to Mike
These young niggas'll cross you
If I'm Mike and you Allen, scrap
Look what Mike did for the game
And look where Allen at
I mean where the fuck is the talent at?
These niggas diss and I'm like where
The fuck is the Talon at?
You think it's an indirect
I ain't name a nigga
Shootin' at everybody, I ain't aimin' nigga
I'll put you on the news
Make you famous nigga
I'm undefeated but they hatin' like I'm
Nigga revenge served better as a cold dish
Empty whole clip, leave his body cold stiff
In VIP, let the hoes sit
30 gold bottles, roll the whole zip
Million followers
You thinkin' she a cold bitch
Your WCW my old bitch
Bought a nine, front a nine
That's a whole split
Oh shit, I'm only 18 on my whole brick
Gotta give the credit when the credit's due
That's what you better do when
A nigga better than you
Your head'll get lead in it from my revenue
Drop my new record
I'm sellin' it like the Legend Blue 11's
I'm a legend
You never going to put a hand on me
Without losin your fuckin' hand, homie
Caught a ki of sour for the band on me
I got it out of LA like D'Antoni
The kush good, but the sour special
Yellow diamonds all around the bezel
Don't compare me to these niggas
On the bottom level
Lyrically I'm Kweli, you a Rowdy Rebel
It's funny how things change
I got shot in the head bitch, I seen pain
I'm homie from the SE Gang
I play my role just fuckin' you
Niggas mommas like Ving Rhames
Supreme hoodie on, three chains
My bars hit you equivalent to
RGI I I knee pain
Aw fuck it, I'm 'bout to sling 'caine
Throwin' powder around on my King James
I tried bein' modest
But you niggas can't fuck with me
Fuck it let's be honest
But don't be mad at me that
You niggas don't get acknowledged
Be mad at your homies nigga
They should've told you you garbage
You hear my flow
My nigga? My shit is polished
We can go song for song
I promise you'll get demolished
Me and you niggas never get along
My dick big and long
So it's fuck the world to a Biggie song
Yeah nigga aw man
This shit is funny to me man
Peon ass niggas man
I wish one of you niggas would
I'd smack a tooth out y'all niggas mouth man
Fuck be wrong with you niggas man?
And this at whoever man, whatever nigga
How you want it? When you want it nigga?
You already know how it go nigga
You already know what it is nigga
Griselda nigga look
I ain't talkin' to one
I'm talkin' to all of you
Stay in your lane, I promise I will off you
Okay I'm sorry if I lost you
But this ain't what happened to Mike
These young niggas'll cross you
If I'm Mike and you Allen, scrap
Look what Mike did for the game
And look where Allen at
I mean where the fuck is the talent at?
These niggas diss and I'm like where
The fuck is the Talon at?
You think it's an indirect
I ain't name a nigga
Shootin' at everybody, I ain't aimin' nigga
I'll put you on the news
Make you famous nigga
I'm undefeated but they hatin' like I'm
Nigga revenge served better as a cold dish
Empty whole clip, leave his body cold stiff
In VIP, let the hoes sit
30 gold bottles, roll the whole zip
Million followers
You thinkin' she a cold bitch
Your WCW my old bitch
Bought a nine, front a nine
That's a whole split
Oh shit, I'm only 18 on my whole brick
Gotta give the credit when the credit's due
That's what you better do when
A nigga better than you
Your head'll get lead in it from my revenue
Drop my new record
I'm sellin' it like the Legend Blue 11's
I'm a legend
You never going to put a hand on me
Without losin your fuckin' hand, homie
Caught a ki of sour for the band on me
I got it out of LA like D'Antoni
The kush good, but the sour special
Yellow diamonds all around the bezel
Don't compare me to these niggas
On the bottom level
Lyrically I'm Kweli, you a Rowdy Rebel
It's funny how things change
I got shot in the head bitch, I seen pain
I'm homie from the SE Gang
I play my role just fuckin' you
Niggas mommas like Ving Rhames
Supreme hoodie on, three chains
My bars hit you equivalent to
RGI I I knee pain
Aw fuck it, I'm 'bout to sling 'caine
Throwin' powder around on my King James
I tried bein' modest
But you niggas can't fuck with me
Fuck it let's be honest
But don't be mad at me that
You niggas don't get acknowledged
Be mad at your homies nigga
They should've told you you garbage
You hear my flow
My nigga? My shit is polished
We can go song for song
I promise you'll get demolished
Me and you niggas never get along
My dick big and long
So it's fuck the world to a Biggie song
Yeah nigga aw man
This shit is funny to me man
Peon ass niggas man
I wish one of you niggas would
I'd smack a tooth out y'all niggas mouth man
Fuck be wrong with you niggas man?
And this at whoever man, whatever nigga
How you want it? When you want it nigga?
You already know how it go nigga