Lyrics Mutty - Conway The Machine, Stove God Cooks

Mutty

(Conductor we have a problem
Conductor we have a problem
Con-)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Argh!
Nigga played with Machine, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Shots, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Mayweather, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Killer Tone, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with the Drum, ain’t here to tell about it, yeah
Nigga played with Machine, ain’t here to tell about it, yeah
He was an innocent kid, streets made a felon out him
Take this strap nigga, shit
Innocent kid, we made a felon out him, uh, uh, uh
Wheelchair in front of the mic, bro hitting record (Huh)
Feel like Mr. Notorious doing Kick in the Door (Kick in the door)
Fiend hit the dope once and made his heart bust (Uh-huh)
Fentanyl strong, he died from a grain of salt worth (Damn)
They say «Machine, what’s your skillset»
Tell 'em ain’t a nigga play with me that ain’t get killed yet, uh
Extendo on the keltec, it’s signed and sealed, I’m still best (Aha)
Fuck around and you 'gon get put on the grill next (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Mud on my cleats, I was still in it when the field wet
The grand architect, just watch what I’mma build next (Just watch my moves)
Sent young’n on a kill mission, that’s just his field test (Uh-huh)
Them Ms come in portions weekly, that’s how we meal prep (Hahaha)
Ayo, they know Machine a real threat
I kick your pregnant baby momma down a flight of steel steps
I rap but I still step (Talk to 'em)
It ain’t at least seven figures, that ain’t a real check (Nuh-uh)
Just pay me everything up front, that make me feel best (I feel better)
Don’t get it fucked up
I had to hustle to get here, they think I lucked up (They think it’s luck, huh)
I turned up my bitch wrist, that shit a buck plus (Yeah)
Middle of the street, empty the draco, flip his truck up (Brr)
Wax burn on top of the scatter brain prushed up, shit
When I lost my nigga prick, that shit crushed us (That fucked me up, though)
You know if it’s my bitch, cause her wrist all bussed up
The pussy niggas huff, puff and beat on they chest
But they ain’t tough, fuck them niggas man
Look at my progress (Huh)
Now it’s Benz trucks that pull up in the projects (Boom)
I trusted the process (Woo)
I did everything I said
I didn’t break my promise
I’m just being honest (Just being honest, nigga)
I mean your flow is sorta mines
So this where we draw the line (Keep it a buck)
You went to Sax for your drip, shit, they imported mine (Ha)
Exotic reptile skins, I turned water to wine (Drip, drip, drip)
Look, It’s slam face killa, you set us up when you see me, boy, we can’t wait,
nigga (We can’t wait)
You don’t want real beef, you plant-based, nigga (Pussy)
I damn near went gold off a damn tape filla (Ha)
It’s Drumwork, you niggas can’t play with us, I swear
Uh, nigga played with Machine, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Griselda, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Shots, ain’t here to tell about it
Nigga played with Killer Tone, ain’t here to tell about it, talk to 'em!
Nigga played with SK, ain’t here to tell about it
Niggas played with the Drum, ain’t here to tell about it, uh
Ain’t here to tell about it