Conway The Machine - #Yikes (Freestyle) lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - #Yikes Freestyle lyrics]
Don't ever fuckin' play with me
Y'all niggas know
Y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
You ho bitches know
You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Ah, Talk your shit, queen
Drop the strings on 'em
Uh, used the fety to mix the dope up
I whipped the coke up, trap kitchen table
Bricks get broke up
If it’s smoke, my dog gon’ lift his toast up
And pull your card like
He dealing poker, bitch, don’t approach us
Baguettes on my wrist and I VS the choker
We talking bread
Well I just picked the loaf up
Halal, bitch, my chick in kosher
My money clean as Valentino when
I get the loafers
R&B pussy, I get the most of
Beverly hotel, we sip mimosas
And bitch, my album ‘bout to drop
That date is getting closer
We at the Roc Nation brunch
All the bitches chose us
I took some pics with Rihanna
Did that shit for the culture
I got a model in my suite
Pussy drip when I stroke her
I put some dick in her thyroids
Got her making that Nicki Minaj noise (Grr)
You know it’s a foreign as soon
As I lift my garage doors
You know we gon’ smoke you
For making them diss
Songs, why you making it hard for you, nigga
I am the GOAT and I am the dopest
I was just in Miami floating in the Ferrari
I had my hammer close
And I will blam it and let this
Cannon open and bust your cantaloupe
And I quoted some shit so sick
It ain’t no antidote
It is a wrap, neck game is VS’s
Nets game with three felons
Nets game, I’m with Kevin
Next game, I’m with Sevyn
Yikes, new Benz and it’s white
New Benz from the white, did it big
I’m Dwight yikes, pour a of this Sprite
Shooter empty out his pipe brrrrttttt!
Me and you not alike
Last nigga tried to diss me in a song
Shot the nigga out of spite
Yikes, hold the pot with my left
Whipped the shit with my right
Trying to get my money right yikes
Yeah ah man
Shit too fucking easy, nigga
This what I do, man
I’ma spend this whole year teaching
You fuck niggas a lesson, man
Y'all niggas know
Y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
You ho bitches know
You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Ah, Talk your shit, queen
Drop the strings on 'em
Uh, used the fety to mix the dope up
I whipped the coke up, trap kitchen table
Bricks get broke up
If it’s smoke, my dog gon’ lift his toast up
And pull your card like
He dealing poker, bitch, don’t approach us
Baguettes on my wrist and I VS the choker
We talking bread
Well I just picked the loaf up
Halal, bitch, my chick in kosher
My money clean as Valentino when
I get the loafers
R&B pussy, I get the most of
Beverly hotel, we sip mimosas
And bitch, my album ‘bout to drop
That date is getting closer
We at the Roc Nation brunch
All the bitches chose us
I took some pics with Rihanna
Did that shit for the culture
I got a model in my suite
Pussy drip when I stroke her
I put some dick in her thyroids
Got her making that Nicki Minaj noise (Grr)
You know it’s a foreign as soon
As I lift my garage doors
You know we gon’ smoke you
For making them diss
Songs, why you making it hard for you, nigga
I am the GOAT and I am the dopest
I was just in Miami floating in the Ferrari
I had my hammer close
And I will blam it and let this
Cannon open and bust your cantaloupe
And I quoted some shit so sick
It ain’t no antidote
It is a wrap, neck game is VS’s
Nets game with three felons
Nets game, I’m with Kevin
Next game, I’m with Sevyn
Yikes, new Benz and it’s white
New Benz from the white, did it big
I’m Dwight yikes, pour a of this Sprite
Shooter empty out his pipe brrrrttttt!
Me and you not alike
Last nigga tried to diss me in a song
Shot the nigga out of spite
Yikes, hold the pot with my left
Whipped the shit with my right
Trying to get my money right yikes
Yeah ah man
Shit too fucking easy, nigga
This what I do, man
I’ma spend this whole year teaching
You fuck niggas a lesson, man