Текст песни Conway The Machine - LALO (feat. 38 Spesh)
Woo (woo)
Woo (woo)
Don't minimize my grind
I've been on killin' time since the minute that I signed
You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design
My mom pickin' decor for the interior design (get the house right)
Look, we about ownin' properties, how it got to be
Too many shot, deceased
Then they moms gotta sell dinners when they die, like (tss)
That's the atrocity (it's fucked up)
Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (uh-huh)
But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity
I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn
I'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (haha)
Let me take her on shoppin' spree
Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (talk to 'em)
These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)
Respected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face
And leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe
Look, Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with
I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)
Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (whip)
Cooked my first quarter brick, and fucked it up 'cause I rushed it (swear to God)
Ah, two ounces bagged up in 20s, I'm disgusted
When Neiman and Johnnie Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (Taliban)
Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit
That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole
Bought me a Benz to stroll (ah), neck full of expensive gold (ah)
Wrist got presidential Role' (ah), Bottega on my bitch's toe (woo)
Uh, Bentayga when she hit the road, got paper and that bitch is cold
I'm basically a different zone
Drug money (drug money)
Drug money (talk to 'em)
Them bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money)
Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me
The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money)
Drug money (uh), drug money (real shit though)
Them bitches love niggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnny Walker)
Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (raided my shit twice)
So niggas kick down your door for yo' drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', nigga)
I'm tryna be careful 'bout what I say on this
Ain't talkin' food when I say Filet-O-Fish, that's a yayo dish
Get with me, bills crispy, straight from the bank with it, nigga
Countin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips
Fuck these funny artisans know about money launderin'?
Price is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again
I'm in my hood, fuckin' around with my homie, arguin'
'Bout who sold more, if it's him (shit), 'least I taught him it
Peddle cocaine, Mexican grade, then I stepped on mine (I did)
We the same, except for I am secure as the FOI (ah)
I can detect a spy (I can), they tryna connect the guys (for real)
To the corner we fed with pies, the word is I bled it dry
My old motto was, "If she wanna spend, she gotta help trap"
But puttin' my bitch in harm's way, it wasn't no sense in that (uh-uh)
'Cause I need her to have my back in case somebody else cracked
I let her spend all these racks, but remind her that I'm the catch
These bricks that I'm handlin' and these shifts that I'm managin'
Made me and my friends famous like Jennifer Aniston (let's go)
It's gon' take drug money to keep her especially (ah)
She either Ginger Rothstein or Keisha from Belly, let's go
Drug money (drug money), drug money (talk to 'em)
Them bitches love niggas with drug money ('kay)
Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me
The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money)
Drug money (drug money), drug money (drug money)
Them bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money)
Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (ah)
So niggas kick down your door for yo' drug money, yeah
Ayo, these hoes meet you and have a field day
She got you saved in her phone under, "Bill pay"
I watch sports on a chill day
Cop bricks by the Staples Center but send 'em where the Bills play
Don't trust hoes 'cause they will stray
Fuck a bitch, this blue steel tray is my real bae
You gon' need somethin' that kill pain
I bring a five hundred judge to a fight like it's Mills Lane
I don't treat a hoe great, I treat a hoe fair
If you treat a hoe great, then she won't care
Take a hoe on a date, bitch, I won't dare
Might get a to-go plate, we can both share
King of the streets, I did the most here
Set the city on fire, build an empire before the smoke clear
Yeah, I just hit a big weight robbery
Gamble with life like it's the quick-play lottery
I give space and privacy
Nigga, I could teach a class 'bout bars and call it mixtapeology
A bitch can't lie to me
I only let her take dick, you let the bitch dictate policy
Trust
Drug money
Drug money (trust)
Drug money (trust)
Drug money
