Conway The Machine, SONNYJIM, Roc Marciano - Kevlar Tux lyrics

Uh, Marci' sONNYJIM
Uh pimp shit
Machine, bitch!
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom, Brttt)

Look smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in
(Ah huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga the judge done him in
(Free my nigga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home
H e gone fucking win (He good)
Niggas gonna hate to see my
Nigga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You niggas get stupid
You gone lose a fucking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend (Right)
Machine, bitch
You better fuckin ' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance
I'm Clay shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise
Niggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my nigga, you better pray
I don't catch you
(Boom! Boom) , two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you
(Ha) , Machine, bitch! Ha

Uh midnight-blue Levante
Just threw the beam on the pump
Made the shotty look kinda stocky
Let off a shot
Blew a chunk of hide out your thigh-meat
(Uh)
Wash you up pro'lly tidy up your hygiene
(Fast) "Stay fly" is the ideology
Can't make these all-NikeIDs more fiery
I'm a different kind of breed
I have you lined and bodied
Had your mami behind me soul, mind and body
(Yes)
Kinda shine that I embody, I'm lookin' like
Gotti to all my colleagues
Spend a dime to have you dry-cleaned (Mm)
Had the ride-or-die gene, the Y 550
In olive-green, the Vat', Qur'an, Constantine
(Whoo) it's a common theme monanagy wings
Like some Robin' jeans
The chopper make you niggas bob and weave
(Uh)
I believe I'm like a God to these cock-fleas
They wanna copy f the key
But I got it locked, deep
Marci', uh