Conway The Machine, Cuns - Torch lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, Cuns - Torch lyrics]
Look, kicks 25 hundred on the test pedal
Kilo on my neck hangin' chest level
Face twisted up but still spit
It on the best level
Pussy niggas get you vest
Filled with TEC metal
Leave niggas chalked on the sidewalk
Look at me crazy get your eye hawked
I hear the sneak dissin' and the side talk
They saw about all the designer
Shit that I bought
You pussy niggas gotta do you homework
I know how to make the stove work
I laid niggas down for their own work
Had to show a couple niggas
That my chrome work
Everyday around my way somebody fuckin' spray
That’s why banana clips are in the Russian K
Try to come up, you better find another way
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this drum niggas
Niggas always play tough til
The Glock cock back
And the niggas shot, bleed from his top
On the tear, they wonderin' will it stop
Not at all, I’m the machine
Assault rifle with the beam
Couple thousand for my shoes
Dropped a thousand on my jeans
Dropped a thousand for my t-shirt
Told you the flow was mean niggas
Free the homies and
Just walking down the time until they
Back up on the scene
I’m in the kitchen with a pie
A little bakin' soda and whip it til it rise
Take the fork and get the extra
Grams stickin' to the side
Might leave it for my cook because
His wrist should get a prize
He should be rewarded for his effort
You niggas broke you can't afford
To get the extras
Ridin' with the 40 in the Tesla
I’m only here to apply pressure
To you fuck niggas
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this motherfuckin…Ah!
Kilo on my neck hangin' chest level
Face twisted up but still spit
It on the best level
Pussy niggas get you vest
Filled with TEC metal
Leave niggas chalked on the sidewalk
Look at me crazy get your eye hawked
I hear the sneak dissin' and the side talk
They saw about all the designer
Shit that I bought
You pussy niggas gotta do you homework
I know how to make the stove work
I laid niggas down for their own work
Had to show a couple niggas
That my chrome work
Everyday around my way somebody fuckin' spray
That’s why banana clips are in the Russian K
Try to come up, you better find another way
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this drum niggas
Niggas always play tough til
The Glock cock back
And the niggas shot, bleed from his top
On the tear, they wonderin' will it stop
Not at all, I’m the machine
Assault rifle with the beam
Couple thousand for my shoes
Dropped a thousand on my jeans
Dropped a thousand for my t-shirt
Told you the flow was mean niggas
Free the homies and
Just walking down the time until they
Back up on the scene
I’m in the kitchen with a pie
A little bakin' soda and whip it til it rise
Take the fork and get the extra
Grams stickin' to the side
Might leave it for my cook because
His wrist should get a prize
He should be rewarded for his effort
You niggas broke you can't afford
To get the extras
Ridin' with the 40 in the Tesla
I’m only here to apply pressure
To you fuck niggas
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this
Drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this motherfuckin…Ah!