Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stefon Diggs, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song From King To A GOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Drumwork, EMPIRE, Griselda
Song language: English
Stefon Diggs |
Yeah, uh |
I’m reloaded, hahahaha |
Huh |
Fuck you thought, bitch? |
(We on shit again, nigga) |
Look (We on shit) |
Uh |
I go and get it, send them packages back to the crib (Uh-huh) |
Me and my connect connection like Allan and Diggs |
My nigga grabbin' the SIG, tappin' your wig (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom) |
Was lackin' compassion since a kid, he don’t know what being passionate is |
(Fuck is that?) |
From the trenches where the savages live |
Lil' nigga pull up playin' 21 Savage, he clapped him and slid (Brr) |
Back to his rib, uh, I’m back again, that’s back to back wins |
Back to back Benz, Maybach when we spin (Talk to 'em) |
Yeah, don’t give a fuck who dropped the best tape |
When I just tripled up my net worth and my neck weight (What you mean?) |
That means so many chains, gotta take them off when my neck ache, nigga (Ha) |
I turned a circle into squares, I’m in the best shape, nigga (Hahahaha) |
Look, I put my heart in my lyrics |
And Daringer instrumentals just talk to my spirit (Woo) |
Yeah (Them shits talk to me) |
Daringer instrumentals just talk to my spirit (Brr) |
Look, my young boy twenty, he doin' seventy |
They said that he killed three people allegedly (Ah) |
In New York State, you can’t get caught up with your weaponry |
They give you three and a half even if it’s your first felony (That's fucked up) |
I got my bitch the SUV, the rims got the letter B (Ha) |
My neck is bust down with two letter V |
I’m yellin' «Free Cutter» 'til they set him free (Free my nigga) |
On Drink Champs with the sket on me (Woo) |
If you ain’t got as much bread as me, what they fuck is you tellin' me, |
nigga (Yo, yo, check, let’s talk about it) |
It’s fly elegance, uh |
I’m doin' numbers like tailors takin' my measurements (Uh-huh) |
Covered in gold, I’m for the chains like Confederates (Uh-huh) |
It’s like the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets |
I school 'em, these bars is prerequisites (Uh-huh) |
I paint a natural picture, I’m an impressionist (Uh-huh) |
The presidents take precedence, need 'em prevalent (Uh-huh) |
Because the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets, |
pressure gets, pressure gets, uh |
I said the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets, |
pressure gets, pressure gets |
I said the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets, |
pressure gets, pressure gets |