Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn, Royce da 5'9" - 100,000 Machine Gunz lyrics

Drrttt boom boom boom boom boom!
Ayo! (Ayo, Hitler on Steroids)

Ayo it's the zebra V2 rocker, guess who?
Mister completely in a Lexus coupe
(skrrrrrrrrrr) hundred round drum, more fire
I keep it on my jit, he got no priors
God bless the niggas doing
Twenty over crack sales
Human Made hoodie, jacket pastel
Push a gold plated 'Rari
A thousand bricks cracked the last scale
Servin' all nights, fiends up
Three days no sleep, I gotta re-up
KAWS painting hanging over the bake stove
(bake stove) , bake stove (bake stove)
Jewelry hang glisten
Leave your brains missin' cVA whippin'
Nigga face twitchin' bag of Ace fishin'
Bucket hat flippin'
Running through the bricks


Like Usain in that kitchen
Insane when I'm dealin'
Hand to hand killin'
Went to sleep, drink a million bricks
Woke up like God willin' real nigga shit
Shady just dropped off the bag
Now I'm 'bout to go flip the shit
Tell papi I'll be right back

Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island

One hundred thousand machine guns get
Found in a row
Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe
Knock 'em down in a row
Sniffin' cocaine off the table and
The line in a row
One hundred thousand machine guns
Found in a row

Look i don't ask shit, I just spaz
Ski mask on in the Aston
Headed to Bible class
As the water in the streets splash
It's the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by the song
Tattoos of my newborn son on my
Right arm by the psalm
I'm legendary like Iverson
Counting cash, splitting the pie with none
Never will I divide the sum
I'mma just forever be living or
Die by the gun uh, black and white tuxedo
Tuck ego, regal Billy Dee though
Touch cheese, so cerebral skeezes
Be like "fuck me, fuck me mo'"
Uh prayers up, fuck evil
Either we in a players' club or a cathedral
Up underneath a gazebo, clutch squeeze blow
But allow us to begin
That's right I'm just gettin' started
I got sluts and they lined up for the win
I'mma be 'round here forever
And the only thing
Falling off is my nut from her chin
Thinking is a nigga time up, then, when?
As I go to lift the blinds up at the wind
Woo they call a nigga wrecking ball Nickel
No shark swimmin’ or dentist'll
Check a jaw quicker
Product of my mama and papa
Upper dresser drawer wisdom
If there's a check involved
I disconnect from flaw
And then I connect to raw business
Uh, if there's an upper echelon
Then every echelon should know I'm in this
The airhole on a barrel make
The TECs so extra long-winded

Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island

One hundred thousand machine guns get
Found in a row
Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe
Knock 'em down in a row
Sniffin' cocaine off the table and
The line in a row
One hundred thousand machine guns
Found in a row

I pop the sticks
See fire comin' out the chopper pipe
These other niggas rappin' but
They not as nice whippin' rock, the white
Flood the watch with ice
My dog just got some more blocks
And plus he drop the price
Cop killas' and them clips
Them shit's'll stop ya life
Fuck all these niggas, my gun work, and plus
I can fight have you shot tonight
I was broke but now my pockets right
Drink is pain, my bitch don't drink
'pagne, she like Ciroc and Sprite, aight?
I'm a legend, you missin' the point
Ride through the hood with a
Stick in the Royce
I'm good when I visit Detroit
I pull up and kick it with Royce
Triple just hit me and said he got hoes
I can get any bitch of my choice
Nigga shot me and twisted my face
But it ain't do shit to my voice
These niggas can't fuck with the flow at all
You know my protocol
The grimy shit? I'm the one you know to call
Hit your head with this MAC
'til I blow it all
Real life what he sold us all, yeah
Real life shot niggas got the
City on my shoulders

Griselda, Griselda