UptownBODEGA, Conway The Machine - Modelo lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[UptownBODEGA, Conway The Machine - Modelo lyrics]
I spit crack when I let
The coke enter me nigga made some bread off
Some pies like I’m Entenmann's nigga
Now I’m coming up n everybody got advice
I’m like please don’t try to lecture me nigga
If I had advice
Shit my advice is everybody got a vice
Now put the money in the bag
And don’t nobody gotta die
When I write it’s like rapping was reborn
N this the new rappers delight
UptownBODEGA spitting shit until the
Booth start to ignite
When my status that of a legend
Won't catch me at a red light
Cuz that’s how Big n Pac both died
On passenger sides
My ride keep a black ice tree
With blunts in the stash to mask the smell
Ozium to mask it better masked up like
Masquerades make u do the macarena
Reaching for your pocket
Me no care what’s in your locket
Family pics n such shit I’ll take it
Dega style, stir the pot until I break it
Vegas style
A couple of these chips will have your
Shorty slapping skins until we chaffin
She yellow like bag of Famous Amos
Word to Famous
Soon as I say get em hittas shoot
So quick that they forget the aiming
Chri keep flowing til my closet
Filled wit 80 caimans
90s baby serving fiends
Work so good they biting
Off they finger nails
To get the residue that’s in between
Ripping seams typa questions my niggas ask
Should I cop the Benzo or the Beem
All about my cream nah mean
I'm that lil tan skin that's
Mixed up in the culture
Wit a lil yellow thing hungry like a vulture
I think she a modelo im sippin on Modelo
So drunk can't say hello
But she still tell me leggo
Yeah, hold up
You niggas got a big mouth I got a bigger gun
If it's a problem let me
Know what you really want
I send my youngin through your block
He gon spit a drum
Or I can come by myself and I'ma get it done
AR-15 got a beam on it
Silencer on the shit you can't
Hear the ring on it
Yeah, empty the full magazine on it
Come on your corner make a
Fucking murder scene on it
Uh, I'm that nigga I promise
Put my city on the map you
Should be giving me homage
I dropped out the tenth grade
I never visited college
My goon got the 30 on
Him little nigga is silent i green light it
He spraying you niggas I promise
Name another rapper ill as me
Nigga be honest
I put a body on a gun then I reuse it
Put a hole on your top make you leak fluid
Boom, boom, boom
I'm that lil tan skin that's
Mixed up in the culture
Wit a lil yellow thing hungry like a vulture
I think she a modelo im sippin on Modelo
So drunk can't say hello
But she still tell me leggo
The coke enter me nigga made some bread off
Some pies like I’m Entenmann's nigga
Now I’m coming up n everybody got advice
I’m like please don’t try to lecture me nigga
If I had advice
Shit my advice is everybody got a vice
Now put the money in the bag
And don’t nobody gotta die
When I write it’s like rapping was reborn
N this the new rappers delight
UptownBODEGA spitting shit until the
Booth start to ignite
When my status that of a legend
Won't catch me at a red light
Cuz that’s how Big n Pac both died
On passenger sides
My ride keep a black ice tree
With blunts in the stash to mask the smell
Ozium to mask it better masked up like
Masquerades make u do the macarena
Reaching for your pocket
Me no care what’s in your locket
Family pics n such shit I’ll take it
Dega style, stir the pot until I break it
Vegas style
A couple of these chips will have your
Shorty slapping skins until we chaffin
She yellow like bag of Famous Amos
Word to Famous
Soon as I say get em hittas shoot
So quick that they forget the aiming
Chri keep flowing til my closet
Filled wit 80 caimans
90s baby serving fiends
Work so good they biting
Off they finger nails
To get the residue that’s in between
Ripping seams typa questions my niggas ask
Should I cop the Benzo or the Beem
All about my cream nah mean
I'm that lil tan skin that's
Mixed up in the culture
Wit a lil yellow thing hungry like a vulture
I think she a modelo im sippin on Modelo
So drunk can't say hello
But she still tell me leggo
Yeah, hold up
You niggas got a big mouth I got a bigger gun
If it's a problem let me
Know what you really want
I send my youngin through your block
He gon spit a drum
Or I can come by myself and I'ma get it done
AR-15 got a beam on it
Silencer on the shit you can't
Hear the ring on it
Yeah, empty the full magazine on it
Come on your corner make a
Fucking murder scene on it
Uh, I'm that nigga I promise
Put my city on the map you
Should be giving me homage
I dropped out the tenth grade
I never visited college
My goon got the 30 on
Him little nigga is silent i green light it
He spraying you niggas I promise
Name another rapper ill as me
Nigga be honest
I put a body on a gun then I reuse it
Put a hole on your top make you leak fluid
Boom, boom, boom
I'm that lil tan skin that's
Mixed up in the culture
Wit a lil yellow thing hungry like a vulture
I think she a modelo im sippin on Modelo
So drunk can't say hello
But she still tell me leggo