Conway The Machine - G.O.A.T. lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - G.O.A.T. lyrics]
Come on nigga, you know you
Ain't built like that, yeah
The fuck you want, pussy?
Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, nigga
(Look at me nigga)
Look, click clack, and this big ratchet
I clap it six pack
I heard his ribs crack and splash
The wall with wig fragments
Kidnappings, murders and stabbings, bitch
This shit happens every day where I'm from
It's yellow tapes and zip plastic
Who the hardest out?
Point him out, my razor carve his mouth
Tuu, what you talkin' 'bout? I been
The illest since I started out
I'll have my Akh run down on
You with the carbon out
Hoodie on, big beard
Shootin' like James Harden out (brrrrrr)
Whip it, let the hard sit out
Right under the ceiling fan 'til
It dry, chop it, bag it and sort it out
In G bundles, my heat muzzle
We up 'til 5 in the morning in your bushes
You pull up, you in deep trouble
Free my lil' nigga doin' all the time
He 17, when he come home he'll be 49
For a robbery gone bad
His brother got killed
Nigga probably gone mad
Got the Masi from standin' in
The lobby with raw glass
Make a call to my dog
Your body be all stabbed
Go 'head, try me and I'm probably gon' spaz
An undetermined amount of shotties
We gon' blast more bodies, bring more bags
I need more boxes and more slabs, nigga
I be with 16 year old psycho rifle holders
Snipe you twice, your life is over
My razor break and choppin'
White and boulders
Snatch your life, I'm Whitey Bulger
Move the white and ice the Ro' up
You know us
You know who it is, fuck nigga
Ain't built like that, yeah
The fuck you want, pussy?
Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, nigga
(Look at me nigga)
Look, click clack, and this big ratchet
I clap it six pack
I heard his ribs crack and splash
The wall with wig fragments
Kidnappings, murders and stabbings, bitch
This shit happens every day where I'm from
It's yellow tapes and zip plastic
Who the hardest out?
Point him out, my razor carve his mouth
Tuu, what you talkin' 'bout? I been
The illest since I started out
I'll have my Akh run down on
You with the carbon out
Hoodie on, big beard
Shootin' like James Harden out (brrrrrr)
Whip it, let the hard sit out
Right under the ceiling fan 'til
It dry, chop it, bag it and sort it out
In G bundles, my heat muzzle
We up 'til 5 in the morning in your bushes
You pull up, you in deep trouble
Free my lil' nigga doin' all the time
He 17, when he come home he'll be 49
For a robbery gone bad
His brother got killed
Nigga probably gone mad
Got the Masi from standin' in
The lobby with raw glass
Make a call to my dog
Your body be all stabbed
Go 'head, try me and I'm probably gon' spaz
An undetermined amount of shotties
We gon' blast more bodies, bring more bags
I need more boxes and more slabs, nigga
I be with 16 year old psycho rifle holders
Snipe you twice, your life is over
My razor break and choppin'
White and boulders
Snatch your life, I'm Whitey Bulger
Move the white and ice the Ro' up
You know us
You know who it is, fuck nigga