Lyrics Gucci Casket - Armani Caesar, CONWAY THE MACHINE

Gucci Casket

Yeah, look
They be like, «Who is him?»
The kid from Doat Street that sold two for tens
The hooligan that made rappin' on grimy loops cool again (Facts)
The new extendo on the seat of the newest Benz
I shoot and shoot again (Brr), I did it twice, don’t make me prove again (Brr)
With my mic, I’m like Mike in the finals, all I do is win
That bitch pussy was good, so I flew her in with two her friends (Hahahaha)
I just send an Instagram DM, that’s how I lure her in (Come here, bitch)
Gettin' money in twelve cities, they thinkin' I’m on tour again (Hah)
Rollie on my left wrist from shit that my other hand write
How you fuckin' with me when you rappin' another man life?
(Fuck outta here)
My money come with the raps, I was the rubber band type (I'm eatin', nigga)
Damn, my man just caught another damn stripe, I used to hustle, grams white
Now I pull up in Lamb' truck, mountain peanut butter tan Nikes
MAC on me like I’m the Duh Duh Man, right?
(Brr)
They gave J Batters forty, they gave my other man life (Free my homies)
When on the other hand, you won’t find another man nice as the Machine,
nigga (The Machine, you bitch, yeah)
Elizabeth, tell everybody all over the world who’s corner your gonna be in,
my corner
Elizabeth, Elizabeth
In Wrestlemania 5, are you gonna be in the Macho Man Randy Savage’s corner?
No, no
You’re on a line, you’re gonna be in the corner with the champion right there,
you made a mistake right there
Come on
Wait a minute, gentlemen, please