Conway The Machine, Meyhem Lauren - Moroccan Waters lyrics

Rah, rah, rah, rah, brrt
I want my fucking respect, man
Told y'all niggas
Know what the fuck it is nigga
Griselda, nigga griselda
Machine bitch

Look, fuck a shooter
I keep a gun up in my reach
(I got my own shit)
Fuck the talk, I drum a 100 when it's beef
(brrrt) sneak diss me at your shows
Like a hundred niggas deep
(what's poppin' nigga?)
Just to show niggas they don't
Want it with the G
XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet, nah
Nigga I'm aimin' above it with this heat
(rah, rah, rah)
My name buzzin' so my budget just increased
(ah)
'Cause over Daringer production I'm a beast
(woo)
The niggas in the hood lovin' what I speak
Go tell 'em the real is back baby
Them other niggas weak (them niggas frauds)
Lately I been countin' money in my sleep
(count it up)
Versace boxers, bitch, a hunnid for my briefs
You niggas want a deal so bad
You sign for any money
I'm Peyton Manning boy
I'm still spending Indy money
I don't need a nigga to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD
Now I can blow Fendi money
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still
(woo) tell 'em niggas, I'm the truth still
(I'm that nigga)
Heat on my lap like my soup spilled
Like my weed sour, I like my Veuve chilled
(I drink it)
800 for the belt, tuck the blue steel
(who want it?)
Wig shot, get your roof peeled
That's your dude tell him chill
He 'bout to get him and you killed (pussy)
Them old niggas just talkin'
'cause they got lips (you soft nigga)
Nobody in the hood respect you
You ain't pop shit (the fuck is you nigga)
You just another nobody thinkin' he relevant
Talking and yelling shit
Go fuck around and get a shell in his face
And get his shit pushed
You just a rapper boy, you just spit hooks
You don't know how a brick look, word up
(Get your shit rocked with this fifth
Pussy nigga)

Dirty looks'll get your face sterilized
By a clean slap
Next step, pull the mean MAC
Nigga I mean that
Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks
Killers in reach rock my chain on a sand
Now I'm chillin the beach
Dressed up in that Gavelle, but
Fool professionally laugh
But if I orchestrate the
Attack you gettin splashed, uhh
Chrome rockets, foamposites, grown pockets
Niggas spray, rockin Cartier
Different optics
Silk shirt like I'm in the tropics
Whips spotless, grip profit's, hold on
My clique got this, uhh
200 thousand on the re-up
Shootin dice, you niggas wouldn't put a G up
Me and my niggas pitch, bitch
You and your niggas snitch
Heard up top, you was a
Top heavy bottom bitch, uhh
And y'all ain't ready for the turbulence
Poppin shit then you got approached and
We ain't heard you since
Shit, I'm just another Don
Bitches love the rugged charm
Eat so much octopus I'm 'bout
To grow another arm