Conway The Machine - TRUMP lyrics

He pretty much lays it out he was a killer
He was a hired killer for Griselda
Uh, that eliminated people that were
Involved in the drug business yeah, yeah
Uh, agh yeah, uh, yeah

We got the drop on you
And you ain't even know
(you ain't know, nigga)
Them shooters they follow you anywhere you go
(they lurkin')
Them niggas in your bushes now
They give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you
And you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(run down on 'em niggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(hit all them niggas too, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga)


Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

Niggas thought the shit was sweet
I'ma make you fuck niggas know me
Talkin' like you a
Killer, well, motherfucker, come show me
I already sent the youngin through
There bustin' his 40
Nigga shot up your whole block and
He hit one of your homies
Nigga, we already know you pussy
You cover your Rollie
And you tuck in your chain
You's a fuck nigga
Should've stayed in a fuck nigga lane
A lil' dread head nigga come
In bustin' your brain
Lil' homie fuckin' insane, whoa
I got him and his homies in your bushes now
Sniffin' grams to stay up so
He can put you down
Homemade ski mask on, pull it down
Silencer on
And neighbors couldn't hear a bullet sound

We got the drop on you
And you ain't even know
(you ain't know, nigga)
Them shooters they follow you
Everywhere you go (they lurkin')
Them niggas in your bushes now
They give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you
And you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(run down on 'em niggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(hit all them niggas too, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

Bitch, you was not official
So now we gotta get you
You better pray to God
He with you when that chopper hit you
That chopper pop and flip you
50 round clips in them sticks, boy
That's a lot of missiles
Yeah, that's a lot of missiles
Smokin' one with my young boy while
I plot to get you tried to give him the 40
He said he wanna pop the stick too
Every night is gunfire, guns fire
Shootin' 'til my gun tire
Momma was a jum buyer
Back in jail, out of jail, nigga
I got dumb priors drive-bys in that buick
Low air in front tire
Hood I'm from made us killers
Pussy nigga come try us
Now I know where you been hidin'
So, we gon' come find you, my nigga, ah

We got the drop on you
And you ain't even know
(you ain't know, nigga)
Them shooters they follow you anywhere you go
(they lurkin')
Them niggas in your bushes now
They give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you
And you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(run down on 'em niggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(hit all them niggas too, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

Ha, yeah
Ayo, ayo, look at these niggas' face man
Ayo, these weird niggas, yo
They scared right now
You know what I mean? Shit is spooky, nigga
Uh, niggas know street shit when they see it
When they hear it, nigga
But don't get it twisted, nigga
Think it's just rap, nigga
That's a fact, nigga, in real life
I'll knock you the fuck out, nigga
Hahaha, hat's my word, nigga, and
You know my gun work, nigga
However you wanna do it, however
You wanna play it, pussy
Let's get it my flow been crazy nigga
Aw man, I'm on god level right now
Bitches tell me I'm beautiful, nigga
You niggas hurtin'
That's why y'all mad, that's why y'all hatin'
'Cause y'all still on y'all dick, nigga, haha
Bum ass niggas it's the Machine, bitch
Alchemist it's gettin' ugly for these niggas
Real real spooky