ARABIAN SAM’S lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Grimy, Grimiest of All Time, n*gga
What's poppin', n*gga?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Where the drama I want it to pop (What's poppin'?)
I'm givin' n*ggas sh*t bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots (Brr)
Peace to them n*ggas that whip glass and run the block (Whip up)
My n*gga Dunns got caught with his second swammy? (Free my n*gga!)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that n*gga family (What up, beloved?)
Hood n*gga, never give a f*ck about a Grammy (Uhuh)
The real n*ggas that been through it, they understand me (Cap)
Same n*ggas sendin' threats, them n*ggas quiet
He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets settin' him on fire (Haaa!)
Knife work, gun work, whatever is required
Shootin' fire in this weapon, spittin' lead 'til you expire (Brr brr brr brr brr brr brr brr)
I went from bein' locked in cages, to rockin' stages
350s to them 950s rockin' Yay kicks
Y'all can spray if I okay'd it
Youngin got the sawed-off, them n*ggas chop the gauges
They not to play with (Woo)
No socks when I rock the (?)
Sendin' pounds over, I just prayed them boxes made it
Grimiest of All Time when I jot them pages (Uhuh)
That's why my f*ckin' name ringin' like them slots in Vegas
Hear me, n*gga (You hear me, n*gga?)?
Hate n*ggas who front
I know you pus*y, n*ggas clapped you
And you wasn't in that prison a month (Hahahaha!)
Runnin' your di*ksucker, that'll get you hit with the pump
Or I'm firin' the stick 'til you slump
It's the Machine, b*tch! (Rah rah rah rah rah, lay the f*ck down, pus*y n*gga)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Yeah, plantin' bullets in 'em asses, n*gga, you know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, huh, nobody move, n*gga, be still, f*ck n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Brrrr, grah grah, doot doot, doot doot, hahahaha)

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Deadly, a raw dose of heroin
Firearm, fishscale, f*ck let the felon in
(f*ck)
Ferrari dreams since Atari games
Catch him in the lobby and kill him, we heard he body things (Veww)
Everybody let the machine pop (Errybody)
We gon' catch you slippin' off Percs leavin' the lean spot (Ooh)
b*tch n*gga, I get ya sister hit (b*tch n*gga)
Nah, I'm just pistol whipped ya chillin' with the stripper (Hahahaha)
b*tch to be around the way, every day on some mission sh*t (Mission)
Line a n*gga up, deep water, no fishin' sh*t (Deep water)
You baitin', no chance to escape (Uhuh)
I'm in the base 10 to 8 when the coke price deflates (Yeah)
So Conway, I surely know the way of the con (Surely)
Deck of cards in the Qur'an like I'm waitin' to bomb (Like I'm waitin' to bomb)
Long kind, short kind, I ain't playin' for bronze (Huh)
Gun Olympics, the Ghost don't pass the baton, what up?!
Yeah

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
(Lay the f*ck down, pus*y n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow
(Yeah, (click clack boom), you see that mask, n*gga, nobody move, n*gga, be still f*ck n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Brr brr, brrrrrr, grah grah, doot doot, doot doot, f*ck n*gga)
[Outro: Styles P]
Conway, what up?
Salute my G, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah, I like the feel of this, haha
My type of sh*t