Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blakk Tape, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song Reject 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Blakk Tape |
Turn that shit up some |
Nah mean? |
I want to feel it in my soul my nigga |
Gotta give these niggas that gospel ya feel me |
Machine, bitch |
Griselda, nigga |
You know what I hate though? |
It’s always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking all wreckless like ya’ll |
niggas really live that life |
Like ya’ll niggas really bout that, nigga |
Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga |
For real nigga |
I’m from the hood nigga |
All I see is bodies |
Everybody that got a body where I’m from |
Get a strap from somebody, there’s probably a body on the gun |
My little shooters will body anybody under the sun |
One nigga mention my name |
Everybody getting the drum |
For fun |
Look |
I don’t let a fuck nigga by me |
Cause they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie |
Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk |
So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it (For Real) |
50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit |
Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit |
I pull up on you, it’s over with |
In one year, I watched my brother take over shit |
G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit |
Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish |
Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick |
I’m doing drive-bys dolo, I’m a soloist! |
Even if it’s broad day outside, I’m still letting off the K outside |
Nigga I’m shooting like Klay outside |
Cause everyday a nigga’s gun spray outside |
And I ain’t trying to lay outside |
I’m from the hood where the G’s sell yay-outside |
It could be 4 in the morning, nigga they outside |
Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced |
Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase |
Now his baby mama got the scared face |
She gonna take me to their safe |
You ain’t a fly nigga, everything you wear fake |
Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake |
My dawg got a rackateer case |
Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake |
And you rap niggas disgust me |
One of the illest out, you’ve gotta discuss me |
Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me |
Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly |
I’m that nigga I must be |
Fuck a bitch once, and now she trying to cuff me |
You ain’t a shooter, you’re gun dusty |
Black tape on the handle, the.38 rusty (Pow pow pow) |
Fuck these niggas talking about? |
Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man |
Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda Bitch |
You know how I do, you know how I play, Westside what’s popping nigga |
Yeah, yeah |