[Conway the Machine]
Tshh, it's fuckin' spooky, nigga
Yeah (Yeah)
[Conway the Machine]
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
Main street murder block, that's real (May block, pussy)
Uh, got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (Boom-boom)
Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (Boom-boom)
Lot of drip when I swim through Maxfield
Spent a bag and I got a sack still
Twist my wrist and I got it back still
You don't know how five-hundred racks feel
He a snitch, what you with that rat still? (Huh?)
How is that real, my nigga? (Fuck outta here)
[KNDRX, Conway the Machine]
Shit, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (Tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (Without that blick on me)
I can't believe that they switched on me (They switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (They put a hit on me?)
Sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (Tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (Without that blick on me)
I can't believe that they switched on me (They switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (Yeah)
[ Conway the Machine]
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
Main street murder block, that's real
Uh, got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (Boom-boom)
Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (Boom-boom)
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