Conway The Machine - Unreleased (Wally Era) lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Unreleased Wally Era lyrics]
Look, shotty with the drum, body on the gun
Everybody got a body where I'm from
Niggas across town heard the
Shotty when it rung
I rock the ostrich SB's, bottom of 'em gum
Machine, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the slum
Look, the nigga breathe wrong so I
Shot him in the lung
The silencer is on the nozzle of the gun
I shot him on my Ducati hit
The throttle and then vroooom
I sip the bottle 'til it's done
I played your new shit then
I promised it was flung
Out the window of the Masi' let's
Be honest I'm the one
Everybody get a drum look how
I body shit for fun
I been this dudе since you
Was still in school
Getting ridiculed, 22 for my tеnnis shoes
I told Monk you niggas fool
I'm not impressed with you little moves
That shit is miniscule
While you on the internet, ranting
Throwing subliminals
I'm counting blue money, your bitch with me
She in the nude fronting like
"you that nigga getting it done here"
With them bullshit chains I wouldn't
Let my son wear
It's a lot of kings but it's only one here
And that's me, actually nigga
This shit is unfair
The way I body shit in the booth
You couldn't compare
So many straps my living room is
Looking like a gun fair conway
Everybody got a body where I'm from
Niggas across town heard the
Shotty when it rung
I rock the ostrich SB's, bottom of 'em gum
Machine, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the slum
Look, the nigga breathe wrong so I
Shot him in the lung
The silencer is on the nozzle of the gun
I shot him on my Ducati hit
The throttle and then vroooom
I sip the bottle 'til it's done
I played your new shit then
I promised it was flung
Out the window of the Masi' let's
Be honest I'm the one
Everybody get a drum look how
I body shit for fun
I been this dudе since you
Was still in school
Getting ridiculed, 22 for my tеnnis shoes
I told Monk you niggas fool
I'm not impressed with you little moves
That shit is miniscule
While you on the internet, ranting
Throwing subliminals
I'm counting blue money, your bitch with me
She in the nude fronting like
"you that nigga getting it done here"
With them bullshit chains I wouldn't
Let my son wear
It's a lot of kings but it's only one here
And that's me, actually nigga
This shit is unfair
The way I body shit in the booth
You couldn't compare
So many straps my living room is
Looking like a gun fair conway