Fish Fry - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Fish Fry - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Альбом
Blakk Tape
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
250030

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Fish Fry

CONWAY THE MACHINE

When nose pop it’s a dome shot

Out come the yellow tape, road blocks

Look, I’m like monster in the gold drop

Gloves on while I’m loading shots in the old yop

Ah!

the pole longer than a old mop

Back seat shooter got the shotty with the nose chopped

The HK with the fold stock

When nose pop it’s a dome shot, yellow tape, road blocks

We sold drop, whip it make the Os lock

Gold pots, cocaine resy on my stovetop

Ah!

I put the game on notice

Back focused, the devil’s reject, the oldest

Pushin the lotus, on the back seat where the pole is

Pull up and unload it, back of your head is where the hole is

Hold this, this shit I wrote is considered some of the dopest

Shit we heard in a moment, if I go broke just show me where the stove is

My bitch one of the coldest, half black and Polish

Drop more steroids, they fiendin for another dosage

You know how we play it on this side

It’s Griselda bitch and we ain’t letting shit slide

We let them 50 round sticks fly

Your mama can’t afford a funeral she do another fish fry

Shooter pull up and it’s a murder show

Pull up it be a murder show

Shooter pull up it be a murder show

Pull up it be a murder show

41 millimeter underneath the sleeve

Cicatriz Mac on me, if you blink I squeeze

Gunnin like I’m tryna leave the league

You gone need a spleen, pop it til you leak and bleed, please believe

I’m at a level you could never reach

Paid eleven for my sneaks, I’m a forever eat

Rose gold rollie but the bezel peak

Penthouse lows, Hollywood, that’s a better suite

I keep one or two goons, not eleven deep

Live killers, like Kawhi Leonard then don’t never speak

Shipping boxes, like four hundred pounds every week

I just keep elevatin, I’ll never peak

It’s my year, the Off White Nike Airs

Fuckin the girl of they dreams, givin them niggas nightmares

I want the smoke, I’m right here, nigga

You know how we play it on this side

It’s Griselda bitch and we ain’t letting shit slide

We let them 50 round sticks fly

Your mama can’t afford a funeral she do another fish fry

Shooter pull up and it’s a murder show

Pull up it be a murder show

Shooter pull up it be a murder show

Pull up it be a murder show

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