Conway The Machine, Kutter - Freestyle lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, Kutter - Freestyle lyrics]
Uh uh huh
It’s me, niggas i’m back
What’s good, Conway? It’s the T2, huh
Uh listen
Louis XI I I, it’s 1-50 a shot
Where we was popping bottles up and down
In the rock
The boy pop bottles like the dude Yung Joc
Call me Money Making Kutter ‘cause
Your boy getting guap
I know it make you sick to
See I’m sitting in the drop
With the candy paint spilling, homie
Dripping on the socks
For all of you slow dudes
Be talking ‘bout chrome shoes
Money over bitches, homie, you know the rules
Bricks of cocaine, yeah I sold a few
I turned one to two, that’s what the soda do
I’m a boss, I don’t shoot no more
That what my soldiers do
I got goons that will off you for an O or two
Yeah they’re starving, dog
They’ll bust the Larkin off
In broad day in anywhere
And start walking off
Yeah it’s fair to say the
Dudes ain’t got it all
And they’ll all shooters
But they ain’t got a ball
Just firearms ready to fire off
I’m a hard nigga, but I’ll be supplying soft
You talking all that wooly shit
But I’m supplying yours
Want to impress me, nigga
Then come and buy it all
Listen, I’m in the streets like car tires
Chased by the bitches
Loved by the raw buyers
I’ll wave the motherfucking hawk by ya
And have your body looking like you tried
To run through some barbed wires
I am on fire, spit and it cause fires
Gun shells, same size as a car lighter
Catch niggas in the crossfire
The AK love reggae, more fire, more fire
It’s nothing, I’ll let the shotty off
Knock a part on your body off, nigga
Pick one arm, leg, which one, pick one
I’ll let the burner go off ‘til the clip done
Told you the animal back
With the SE G’s, you ain’t
Got enough ammo for that, nigga
It’s my time, got to wait your turn
Hawk slide across your cheek and
Your face gon’ burn, nigga
I’m a goon and I don’t even give a nigga dap
Put some money in my hands
You won’t get it back give me some work
You’re lucky if I hit you back
It’s mines now, if you want it
Come get it back
Put your mixtape out, I’ma finish that
The boy Kannon a beast
You got to give him that
The shit crazy how the game will change you
Damn, you let niggas who you
Hang with change you?
I’ll stomp a nigga out ‘til
I sprain my ankles
Shotgun hit your arm, it’ll hang and dangle
Nigga damn
That’s how we do it 1, 2, 3
Hard body g Shit
Damn you motherfuckers, man
Ha ha ha ha ha ha kutter, good looking
Oh it’s still Street Entertainment, nigga
You thought it was a wrap?
It’s me, niggas i’m back
What’s good, Conway? It’s the T2, huh
Uh listen
Louis XI I I, it’s 1-50 a shot
Where we was popping bottles up and down
In the rock
The boy pop bottles like the dude Yung Joc
Call me Money Making Kutter ‘cause
Your boy getting guap
I know it make you sick to
See I’m sitting in the drop
With the candy paint spilling, homie
Dripping on the socks
For all of you slow dudes
Be talking ‘bout chrome shoes
Money over bitches, homie, you know the rules
Bricks of cocaine, yeah I sold a few
I turned one to two, that’s what the soda do
I’m a boss, I don’t shoot no more
That what my soldiers do
I got goons that will off you for an O or two
Yeah they’re starving, dog
They’ll bust the Larkin off
In broad day in anywhere
And start walking off
Yeah it’s fair to say the
Dudes ain’t got it all
And they’ll all shooters
But they ain’t got a ball
Just firearms ready to fire off
I’m a hard nigga, but I’ll be supplying soft
You talking all that wooly shit
But I’m supplying yours
Want to impress me, nigga
Then come and buy it all
Listen, I’m in the streets like car tires
Chased by the bitches
Loved by the raw buyers
I’ll wave the motherfucking hawk by ya
And have your body looking like you tried
To run through some barbed wires
I am on fire, spit and it cause fires
Gun shells, same size as a car lighter
Catch niggas in the crossfire
The AK love reggae, more fire, more fire
It’s nothing, I’ll let the shotty off
Knock a part on your body off, nigga
Pick one arm, leg, which one, pick one
I’ll let the burner go off ‘til the clip done
Told you the animal back
With the SE G’s, you ain’t
Got enough ammo for that, nigga
It’s my time, got to wait your turn
Hawk slide across your cheek and
Your face gon’ burn, nigga
I’m a goon and I don’t even give a nigga dap
Put some money in my hands
You won’t get it back give me some work
You’re lucky if I hit you back
It’s mines now, if you want it
Come get it back
Put your mixtape out, I’ma finish that
The boy Kannon a beast
You got to give him that
The shit crazy how the game will change you
Damn, you let niggas who you
Hang with change you?
I’ll stomp a nigga out ‘til
I sprain my ankles
Shotgun hit your arm, it’ll hang and dangle
Nigga damn
That’s how we do it 1, 2, 3
Hard body g Shit
Damn you motherfuckers, man
Ha ha ha ha ha ha kutter, good looking
Oh it’s still Street Entertainment, nigga
You thought it was a wrap?