Vinnie Paz, Conway The Machine - Iron Tusk lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Vinnie Paz, Conway The Machine - Iron Tusk lyrics]
Yeah how you want it when you want it nigga?
Y'kna mean?
Look, the bag buried in the
Yard by the pit bulls
Hollows in the HK, got a clip full
Niggas be thinking that my shit's good
They don't know I took ten losses last year
'96 Bulls
But I ain't tripping, 'cause my wrist good
Fuck these industry niggas, I'm '96 Suge
Hang you off the balcony for a brick
Trigger on the fifth get pulled
Who would've thought I'd be this good?
Told you I'm a different dude
I went from sleeping on a cot to
Hitting the lot to pick and choose
Stomp a nigga till he didn't move
There's blood on the bottom
Got my 750s looking like Christian Lous
Damn, these niggas is
Stressed looking deprived
I'll put you to sleep
You can rest good in the sky
I just go in the booth
I'm like Westbrook on the drive
I'm better than just good, the
Best nigga is I, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, one-two
The Gucci over the shoulder-strap Conway
Yo, Machine, what up, papa?
Gunn, what up, papa? Look, yeah, one-two
Look, yeah
You better duck muhfucker when
The fifth blow rounds
'Cause I'm here mean I'm here
Pussy ten toes down
And I suggest you ain't around
When this shit go down
And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown
Listen par
Everything that you be saying is noise
I'm a man, you a pedophile playing with boys
I'm must be soften' up a little
'cause I gave you a choice
I'mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice
Who these dumb muhfuckers that’s
Believing it’s geek
Because the numbers never lie
Pussy read it and weep
But the Twitter figures telling me
You eager to sleep
How you always in the crib and
Say you be in the street? You's a batiman
B you need to get out the house more
This soft muhfucker need to
Button his blouse more you eating
Money? Why you always sleep on the couch for?
And I don't do battles, par
This is all out war yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy! Yeah, Conway Tha Machine!
Griselda
Y'kna mean?
Look, the bag buried in the
Yard by the pit bulls
Hollows in the HK, got a clip full
Niggas be thinking that my shit's good
They don't know I took ten losses last year
'96 Bulls
But I ain't tripping, 'cause my wrist good
Fuck these industry niggas, I'm '96 Suge
Hang you off the balcony for a brick
Trigger on the fifth get pulled
Who would've thought I'd be this good?
Told you I'm a different dude
I went from sleeping on a cot to
Hitting the lot to pick and choose
Stomp a nigga till he didn't move
There's blood on the bottom
Got my 750s looking like Christian Lous
Damn, these niggas is
Stressed looking deprived
I'll put you to sleep
You can rest good in the sky
I just go in the booth
I'm like Westbrook on the drive
I'm better than just good, the
Best nigga is I, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, one-two
The Gucci over the shoulder-strap Conway
Yo, Machine, what up, papa?
Gunn, what up, papa? Look, yeah, one-two
Look, yeah
You better duck muhfucker when
The fifth blow rounds
'Cause I'm here mean I'm here
Pussy ten toes down
And I suggest you ain't around
When this shit go down
And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown
Listen par
Everything that you be saying is noise
I'm a man, you a pedophile playing with boys
I'm must be soften' up a little
'cause I gave you a choice
I'mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice
Who these dumb muhfuckers that’s
Believing it’s geek
Because the numbers never lie
Pussy read it and weep
But the Twitter figures telling me
You eager to sleep
How you always in the crib and
Say you be in the street? You's a batiman
B you need to get out the house more
This soft muhfucker need to
Button his blouse more you eating
Money? Why you always sleep on the couch for?
And I don't do battles, par
This is all out war yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy! Yeah, Conway Tha Machine!
Griselda