Conway The Machine - Smoke E.I.F. HOODIE lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Smoke E.I.F. HOODIE lyrics]
Yeah look
I push the Transformer
Don’t need the key for the ignition
Everyday, my bitch could switch Christians
Jordan 1’s, the all cap
See the fire in that nozzle
When the hollows clap
Yeah, draco punching like Drago’s back
When I was trap
I made 200 thousand in an hour flat
I’m from where you catch a body
And you’re proud of that
Get your fucking head wet up
Like a shower cap
My homie back, I brought the whole sour batch
Now I’m in the sour coma, that’s a power nap
My weed taste like I am smoking a sour patch
I’m Louis XI I I, you niggas that
The league tried to blackball
Me like Colin Kap
But they forgot one thing, I could rap
(I'm one of the nicest)
You said you’re nicer than me
That’s not a fact
I’m the illest in this shit
You got to acknowledge that
Yeah, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Go tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want beef, I want the drama
Yeah I want smoke
When it’s beef, when it’s drama
Bet my gunn smoke
Uh, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
Yeah I want smoke
Yeah, where the drama, I want it
It’s a problem
I got this Glock and I will pop
Me a shot in your stomach
Ah, my competition, I tower above it
Even after I got shot, I didn’t plummet
My goons want your jewels
Then you probably should run it
Take that shit off of your neck
Or your body I’ll bludgeon
Like it’s Somalian powered but
My chopper is Russian
Letting it pop, yo I probably was bugging
Look, hit the Gelato when I call
This shit I’m on gon’ piss
A lot of niggas off i was involved in a lot
Of robberies of course
This ain’t your land, lil’ bro
You got to get your boss
Westside dropped FLYGOD, it’s like the lob
Off the glass to LeBron, I’ma be honest
I’m the god
Get out of pocket, then I got to get you off
My young boys pulling up
And hollows getting tossed motherfucker
Yeah, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Go tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want beef, I want the drama
Yeah I want smoke
When it’s beef, when it’s drama
Bet I want smoke
Uh, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
Yeah I want smoke
Everybody, nigga
I push the Transformer
Don’t need the key for the ignition
Everyday, my bitch could switch Christians
Jordan 1’s, the all cap
See the fire in that nozzle
When the hollows clap
Yeah, draco punching like Drago’s back
When I was trap
I made 200 thousand in an hour flat
I’m from where you catch a body
And you’re proud of that
Get your fucking head wet up
Like a shower cap
My homie back, I brought the whole sour batch
Now I’m in the sour coma, that’s a power nap
My weed taste like I am smoking a sour patch
I’m Louis XI I I, you niggas that
The league tried to blackball
Me like Colin Kap
But they forgot one thing, I could rap
(I'm one of the nicest)
You said you’re nicer than me
That’s not a fact
I’m the illest in this shit
You got to acknowledge that
Yeah, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Go tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want beef, I want the drama
Yeah I want smoke
When it’s beef, when it’s drama
Bet my gunn smoke
Uh, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
Yeah I want smoke
Yeah, where the drama, I want it
It’s a problem
I got this Glock and I will pop
Me a shot in your stomach
Ah, my competition, I tower above it
Even after I got shot, I didn’t plummet
My goons want your jewels
Then you probably should run it
Take that shit off of your neck
Or your body I’ll bludgeon
Like it’s Somalian powered but
My chopper is Russian
Letting it pop, yo I probably was bugging
Look, hit the Gelato when I call
This shit I’m on gon’ piss
A lot of niggas off i was involved in a lot
Of robberies of course
This ain’t your land, lil’ bro
You got to get your boss
Westside dropped FLYGOD, it’s like the lob
Off the glass to LeBron, I’ma be honest
I’m the god
Get out of pocket, then I got to get you off
My young boys pulling up
And hollows getting tossed motherfucker
Yeah, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Go tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
I want beef, I want the drama
Yeah I want smoke
When it’s beef, when it’s drama
Bet I want smoke
Uh, I want smoke, yeah I want smoke
Tell them niggas that I want smoke
Yeah I want smoke
Everybody, nigga