Carduni

This shit is self-explanatory nigga
Machine, bitch
(I'm on y'all niggas neck, you hear me?)
Look

Working the pot, twisting my wrist, stir up the pot (whip)
Might take 50 out the stash to go and purchase a watch (uh-huh)
Don't give a fuck about no nigga, we'll go murder ya' pops (hah)
Put his head in the trunk, like my convertible top (haha)
Look, we was baggin' all day to serve in the spot (huh?)
We had shit jumpin' like Shawn Kemp's vertical hops (talk to 'em)
Always confident in my shit, I was certain I'd pop (I knew)
Even after I got my deal, nigga, the work didn't stop (I'm still grinding, nigga)

Yeah, see now I swerve in the drop
These rap Urkels, around 'em, I rap circles, so stop (stop playing with me)
I'm surgical with the Glocks, the black bourbon with Shots (hah)
Pooh Shiesty mask, black sweatsuit, black and burgundy shots (whoo)
I got a safe in the ceiling, that's my emergency box (whoo)
Another half a mil buried under that dirt by them rocks (talk to these niggas, king)
Nigga, DrumWork exotics, we 'bout to purge in them shops (uh-huh)
Plus a new album on the way
I had to circle the block, nigga (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Machine

Uh, you know what it is (you know what the fuck it is nigga)
Yo yo, you know what it is, look, look (you know what's up, nigga)
Uh, you know what it is (don't play stupid)
Look, get out my gun when I leave the crib
You know what it is (I got it on me, nigga)
Yeah (you know what it is, pussy)

Look look, haha
Yeah, you know what the fuck it is, nigga
Conway the Machine, bitch, you know
Niggas not fucking with this shit, nigga
I could mash the gas on you fuck niggas at any moment, nigga
Any time I feel like it, nigga
Believe that, nigga, you know what it is, hehe
They know what it is, ahah
Ask them niggas
Ask these niggas man, ahah
Go ask your favorite niggas, know what I'm sayin'?
Ahah, they know what it is, nigga
Straight like that nigga, Conway the Machine, bitch

Uh, you know what it is (you know what the fuck it is, nigga)
Yo yo, you know what it is, look, look (you know what's up nigga)
Uh, you know what it is (don't play stupid)
Look, get out my gun when I leave the crib
You know what it is (I got it on me, nigga, you know what it is, pussy)



Credits
Writer(s): Demond Price, Jan Vetter
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