Conway The Machine - Hawks lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Hawks lyrics]
Yeah
Yeah, I see you niggas tryna take
The formula and make it cornier
I'm onto you (See what y'all niggas doin')
Don't make me call shorty up
He pick his 40 up (Put that in, homie)
Shootin' your corner up
Send you for a ride with the coroner
(Boom boom boom boom)
Cake pilin', spent the last two days countin'
(Hah) invested in the real estate
And made safe houses (yeah)
Same block where I had a K, wildin'
I made thousands i could take my bricks and
Make a yay mountain (Hah)
Open my garage door and pull a Wraith out it
(You see me, bitch)
Puerto Rican bitches love me
Like I'm J Balvin (Ha ha haha)
Versace draws, nah, bitch
These ain't Calvins (Uh, uh)
Militant mind, I'm the modern day Malcolm
I'm the nigga that they doubted
I created my own lane on these niggas
Now my lane crowded (Get out my lane)
And I ain't even drop a album
But the flow polished like the
Nigga on his eighth album
(Machine, bitch, hah)
On Doat Street, I used to move an O a day
You can't take my chains, boy
My jewels don't go away (Hah)
You can't name a dude that flow
Today that's fuckin' with me
Just think, Everybody Is FOOD was a throwaway
(That was light)
Everything I touch, this shit is classic
Call the plug, get the package
Then get in traffic (Ah)
Already sold half it before
I ripped the plastic (Talk to 'em)
Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum
We with the action, your favorite rapper
I will smack him
Then have his head spinning backwards
Then spin a Backwoods (Ha ha ha)
Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I'm hittin' baskets
I'm in the booth spittin'
Gases, get your matches, nigga
And you suckers knowin' what's up (yeah)
You get a shitbag when I'm
Dumpin' low with the pump
(Boom boom boom boom)
Who the hardest in the streets? Motherfucker
You know it's us
I ain't bring New York back
I put Buffalo in the front
Motherfucker (Brr) yeah, nigga
Yeah, I see you niggas tryna take
The formula and make it cornier
I'm onto you (See what y'all niggas doin')
Don't make me call shorty up
He pick his 40 up (Put that in, homie)
Shootin' your corner up
Send you for a ride with the coroner
(Boom boom boom boom)
Cake pilin', spent the last two days countin'
(Hah) invested in the real estate
And made safe houses (yeah)
Same block where I had a K, wildin'
I made thousands i could take my bricks and
Make a yay mountain (Hah)
Open my garage door and pull a Wraith out it
(You see me, bitch)
Puerto Rican bitches love me
Like I'm J Balvin (Ha ha haha)
Versace draws, nah, bitch
These ain't Calvins (Uh, uh)
Militant mind, I'm the modern day Malcolm
I'm the nigga that they doubted
I created my own lane on these niggas
Now my lane crowded (Get out my lane)
And I ain't even drop a album
But the flow polished like the
Nigga on his eighth album
(Machine, bitch, hah)
On Doat Street, I used to move an O a day
You can't take my chains, boy
My jewels don't go away (Hah)
You can't name a dude that flow
Today that's fuckin' with me
Just think, Everybody Is FOOD was a throwaway
(That was light)
Everything I touch, this shit is classic
Call the plug, get the package
Then get in traffic (Ah)
Already sold half it before
I ripped the plastic (Talk to 'em)
Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum
We with the action, your favorite rapper
I will smack him
Then have his head spinning backwards
Then spin a Backwoods (Ha ha ha)
Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I'm hittin' baskets
I'm in the booth spittin'
Gases, get your matches, nigga
And you suckers knowin' what's up (yeah)
You get a shitbag when I'm
Dumpin' low with the pump
(Boom boom boom boom)
Who the hardest in the streets? Motherfucker
You know it's us
I ain't bring New York back
I put Buffalo in the front
Motherfucker (Brr) yeah, nigga