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Conway The Machine

Vino D

 

Vino D

(álbum: Look What I Became - 2019)


[El Camino:]
Nigga, tell me, is you rolling with me?
Uh, now is you rolling with me?
Baby, tell me, is you rolling with me?

Uh, now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? Is you rolling with me?
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? Is you rolling with me?
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's gangsters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me?

[Conway the Machine:]
Uh, you know what's popping, you get in my whip (Get in, baby)
We got them 30 shot Glocks, nigga, we got sticks (Uh huh)
We let them 30 shots pop, you get your top hit (Brr)
We doing drive-bys, we listening to Pac shit (Boom boom boom)
Hah, stay in your lane, bro, that's all we saying (Hmm)
This pussy nigga must've thought we playing (Think it's a game, huh?)
If we can't get to him, then we gon' off his man (Uh huh)
Riding with that Drac' but it ain't Aubrey Graham (Hahaha)
Yeah, stash the yayo in a coffee can (Can)
Fingertips numb from bagging all these grams (Uh huh)
Send a nigga to his wake, it only cost a band
Then I get MIA like a Dolphins fan (Ha)
Steal a crumb from me, then I cut off his hand
Hope your momma got your funeral and coffin planned (Talk to 'em)
Pussy, on my lap is the FN (Ha)
Is you down to slide? That's the only question (Yeah)

[El Camino (Jim Jones):]
Yo, now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me (Capo)

[Jim Jones:]
(Conway, what's up?)
You know them boys be moving slippery (Slippery, facts)
Just like I can't avoid the flickering (Cheese, damn)
Even the feds be taking flicks at me (You see 'em)
The way I be illing shit, even I be sick of me (True)
Lawyers on deck, boy, we ain't falling for that trickery (Call my lawyer)
Where I'm from, they only respect the tyrants (Grr)
Tried to humble myself, but they only respect the violence (Chill)
I'm from a reckless environment where they lacking in murals (Pray for us)
Young niggas is wilding and they packing in peril (Four, four-five)
Jumping off the yacht, I scraped my back on a coral (Splash)
The tags say Givenchy but the pattern was floral (Pattern, chyeah)
So every brick I will flip
I try to stack my ones for every whip I can get, shit
I never slipped and keep the grip on my hip, uh (Loaded)
You ever had to piss after a six hour trip? (Listen)
Where there's no rest stops until the gas tank is empty (Woo)
Pull up to your block now, the gas tank is Bentley (Big Bs, nigga)
Buck it low, fuck it, Lord
Nikes on, ice on, fronting but you love it though
Backing out the garage but the luggage is in front of you
He was fronting too, that wasn't a ten at all (Uh uh)
Probably was a three but he mixed it with the fentanyl (Oh)
I write my pain out but, I don't use a pen at all
I'm still front, Blood, diamonds like it's Senegal

[El Camino (Dave East):]
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? Is you rolling with me? (Them young niggas need to pay attention to your elders)
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me (Get in, dude)
It's gangsters in the back when we roaming these streets (From the dirt, Griselda, from the dirt)
At least three straps when you rolling with me (Harlem to Buffalo, what's up, nigga)
Now is you rolling with me? (Conway, my nigga, uh)

[Dave East:]
You know what's cracking, you come to my trap (What's crackin'?)
You can buy coke, dope, and pills, or you could buy crack (Smach)
Oh, they think they tough? Them niggas sliding, we gon' slide back (Skrrt)
Powder, we can pump it, but don't try that (Never)
Jim Star, change his face, Talladega in the kitchen, shake and bake
My man got a dead arm, he'll break your face (Bow)
Hand ain't got no feeling it, trapping out that building, wasn't chilling in it (Nah)
I'm fucking actress but these ratchet bitches, they still can get it (Hey, mama)
Detroit with a pistol like a piston, I'm Chauncey Billups with it (Uh)
I'm Rick Hamilton with that mask, niggas is trash
Ayo, Conway, fuck a appetizer, where's the entrée? (Huh)
I'm in a different lane, I don't vibe to the shit your car play (At all)
Butter on me, [?], watching Narcos, I don't hear the shit the narcs say (No)
Glock will make it a dark day, Buffalo counting bills
Griselda talk, that blanco
I'd rather die than let them come get me, I'm Don Pablo (Escobar)
Got hit with five though, pulled over, caught with the Roscoe (Glock 9)
Coke had his nose running like Roscoe, shout out to El Chapo
Free Scrappy, free Trav, free Bloody (Free my niggas)
From the dirt, my sneaks muddy, hit from the street, I need money

[El Camino (Dave East):]
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me (Rollin')
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me (Rollin')
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me? When you rolling with me
The forty on my lap when you rolling with me
It's shooters in the back when we roaming these streets
At least three straps when you rolling with me
Now is you rolling with me?

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