Flee Lord, Conway The Machine - Doors Locked lyrics

Naw bro can't turn it after us doors locked
Aw bro can't turn it backwoods lORD LORD!
St laurent jeans no belts no cuffs
That my hands been on the burner
So i felt hoes up
(Boom) Delgado run it slow
With an ill nozzle
Drink the whole thing we don't spill bottles
Loyalty the circle bout to
Order me some purple
I'ma treat you like a baby if
They order me to burp you (Boom Boom)
Riding with the regulators flying
Till they separate us
(SKKKRT) check the paper
High but I'm always gunna
Respect my neighbors
Pocket full of dead crackers
Opp was throwin lead at us
Runnin with thе mob ties? gon
Get the fеd status
Brilliant with the schemes and dealin with
The fiends this is more
Than a song you can feel it in your dreams!
(feel it in your dreams)
Drums like a school band
They coming for a few grand
Touch lord flee? We cuttin off a few hands
Kilo in my PayPal these
Old headies straight wild
All my lord yard niggas see you
On that weight pile lord!

Rocking designer to my feet
I'm a lion you a sheep
Rhyming too elite effortlessly
Gliding through a beat i promise
You it's beef if I'm sliding I'm sliding
Through discreet firing till you
Laying dying in the
Street still got the iron on the seat
Why you trying to compete I
Inspire these niggas they tell
You different then they lying
Through they teeth hahahah
I'm back at the Benz dealership I'm
Buying up a fleet I'm
Getting all the money when I
Retire you can eat
Don't confuse it as my rapper demeanor
I'm Thanos with the stones
Can kill half you niggas with
A snap of a finger
Thinkin back to when i was tappin
Regina in back of a beamer
My Pelli Pelli jacket i was strapped with
The steamer rest in peace my nigga
Rest in peace my nigga used to ride
Around looking for somebody to smoke
Draco everywhere i go
If it's Russia then lemme
Know it's loyalty or
Death weather you rich or you broke