Conway The Machine - Montagna (feat. Goosebytheway) lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
GooseByTheWay [Buffalo, New York. U.S.]
[Conway The Machine - Montagna feat. Goosebytheway lyrics]
Yeah brr, brr uh, look
I'm still at it, I'm still getting to it
(I'm still at it)
Any obstacles in front of me
I'm getting through it (Machine, bitch)
Every verse, you niggas spitting
This a different shootin'
Please, they gave you a gun to
Squeeze and you didn't do it
(That shit trap)
Machine, bitch, I make different music
(Uh) my shit is fluid (Uh)
Beat the shit out of mics
Like I'm Lennox Lewis (Haha ha)
I'm the truest, I checked my bank account
Today, that shit was looking foolish
Seven figures had me drooling (O oh)
Look, y'all niggas too lazy
Y'all too comfortable (Uh)
You gotta go take yours
It ain't gon' come to you
(Gotta go get that)
Don't matter how much success
Somebody want for you you eat what you kill
Don't let nobody hunt for you
(Don't let nobody)
I pulled up fashionably late
But, I'm still punctual (I mean)
When you own the label
You do what the fuck you wanna do (Ha)
We'll move on you and them
Little niggas up under you
Spin a bag, they run down
Pull your top like a luncheon
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I know you ain't heard from
A nigga in a while
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'm fashionably late, nigga
Check out my style
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'ma make it hard for you niggas, I swear
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
Keep a spare, only, only be prepared
You know how we move, boy
You know what the fuck we got on us, nigga
You know what's gon' happen to you
You know how we move, boy
You niggas know what the fuck time it is
Nigga this is Drumwork shit, nigga
You know how we move
We all motherfuckin' killers, dealers
Motherfuckin' cat killers, nigga
You know how we move, boy
Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga
I promise you, nigga
I'm still at it, I'm still getting to it
(I'm still at it)
Any obstacles in front of me
I'm getting through it (Machine, bitch)
Every verse, you niggas spitting
This a different shootin'
Please, they gave you a gun to
Squeeze and you didn't do it
(That shit trap)
Machine, bitch, I make different music
(Uh) my shit is fluid (Uh)
Beat the shit out of mics
Like I'm Lennox Lewis (Haha ha)
I'm the truest, I checked my bank account
Today, that shit was looking foolish
Seven figures had me drooling (O oh)
Look, y'all niggas too lazy
Y'all too comfortable (Uh)
You gotta go take yours
It ain't gon' come to you
(Gotta go get that)
Don't matter how much success
Somebody want for you you eat what you kill
Don't let nobody hunt for you
(Don't let nobody)
I pulled up fashionably late
But, I'm still punctual (I mean)
When you own the label
You do what the fuck you wanna do (Ha)
We'll move on you and them
Little niggas up under you
Spin a bag, they run down
Pull your top like a luncheon
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I know you ain't heard from
A nigga in a while
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'm fashionably late, nigga
Check out my style
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'ma make it hard for you niggas, I swear
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
Keep a spare, only, only be prepared
You know how we move, boy
You know what the fuck we got on us, nigga
You know what's gon' happen to you
You know how we move, boy
You niggas know what the fuck time it is
Nigga this is Drumwork shit, nigga
You know how we move
We all motherfuckin' killers, dealers
Motherfuckin' cat killers, nigga
You know how we move, boy
Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga
I promise you, nigga