Salaam Remi, Bodega Bamz, Conway The Machine - Street Sharks lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Salaam Remi, Bodega Bamz, Conway The Machine - Street Sharks lyrics]
Yo, yo ayo, ayo, ayo
Put your heart in your back
Pocket and handle business
Niggas lie for the wealth
Honesty is a sickness
I’m from the streets with logistics
I’m that nigga that was never a statistic
I’m charged up but the battery not included
Everybody sound the same so my shit exclusive
The most understated artists and
That’s been reputed
I just count money and subtract excuses
Don’t compare a Benz to Saab nigga
Don’t compare a hobby to job nigga
My ring coming out the fog nigga
My runs started with a job nigga
I’m Gucci anywhere that’s a Fendi
Any rapper in the game that can check me
Niggas dying over pussy I ain’t get it
If I’m wearing all this ice I ain’t chillin’
I ain’t slippin’ God willing
I gotta be on point gotta pay attention
Anytime anywhere anywhere I choose
I got styles so I don’t follow fashion rules
Spanish Harlem sista sand box
Oy boy they?pop it when the ten drop?
I’m getting green like a shamrock
Only wife beaters wearing tank tops
(Bamz, what' up, nigga?)
Look i lead niggas in the whips
Sloshed pray to clip
I ain’t just firing to stick once
Put the sour in the trap watch the shit drop
I feel like this bout to be a big one
A shooter walk around like an Omar
Trench coat with the big pump
What you blowin’ up my phone?
What your bitch want?
I don’t even fuck she only suck my dick once
Chicken over rice with the white sauce
Red seats in the white Porsche
We?ain't shot quick? the country
Niggas lights off free my dogs behind the
Walls? sending kites off?
Grind a nigga I don’t take nights off
1250 what my Nikes cost
Play it with me if you want nigga
It result be a fucking life loss
Put your heart in your back
Pocket and handle business
Niggas lie for the wealth
Honesty is a sickness
I’m from the streets with logistics
I’m that nigga that was never a statistic
I’m charged up but the battery not included
Everybody sound the same so my shit exclusive
The most understated artists and
That’s been reputed
I just count money and subtract excuses
Don’t compare a Benz to Saab nigga
Don’t compare a hobby to job nigga
My ring coming out the fog nigga
My runs started with a job nigga
I’m Gucci anywhere that’s a Fendi
Any rapper in the game that can check me
Niggas dying over pussy I ain’t get it
If I’m wearing all this ice I ain’t chillin’
I ain’t slippin’ God willing
I gotta be on point gotta pay attention
Anytime anywhere anywhere I choose
I got styles so I don’t follow fashion rules
Spanish Harlem sista sand box
Oy boy they?pop it when the ten drop?
I’m getting green like a shamrock
Only wife beaters wearing tank tops
(Bamz, what' up, nigga?)
Look i lead niggas in the whips
Sloshed pray to clip
I ain’t just firing to stick once
Put the sour in the trap watch the shit drop
I feel like this bout to be a big one
A shooter walk around like an Omar
Trench coat with the big pump
What you blowin’ up my phone?
What your bitch want?
I don’t even fuck she only suck my dick once
Chicken over rice with the white sauce
Red seats in the white Porsche
We?ain't shot quick? the country
Niggas lights off free my dogs behind the
Walls? sending kites off?
Grind a nigga I don’t take nights off
1250 what my Nikes cost
Play it with me if you want nigga
It result be a fucking life loss