ARABIAN SAM’S

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Grimy, Grimiest of All Time, nigga What's poppin', nigga? [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Where the drama I want it to pop (What's poppin'?) I'm givin' niggas shit bags from stomach shots Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots (Brr) Peace to them niggas that whip glass and run the block (Whip up) My nigga Dunns got caught with his second swammy? (Free my nigga!) Got a bag for him when he come home, that nigga family (What up, beloved?) Hood nigga, never give a fuck about a Grammy (Uhuh) The real niggas that been through it, they understand me (Cap) Same niggas sendin' threats, them niggas quiet He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets settin' him on fire (Haaa!) Knife work, gun work, whatever is required Shootin' fire in this weapon, spittin' lead 'til you expire (Brr brr brr brr brr brr brr brr) I went from bein' locked in cages, to rockin' stages 350s to them 950s rockin' Yay kicks Y'all can spray if I okay'd it Youngin got the sawed-off, them niggas chop the gauges They not to play with (Woo) No socks when I rock the (?) Sendin' pounds over, I just prayed them boxes made it Grimiest of All Time when I jot them pages (Uhuh) That's why my fuckin' name ringin' like them slots in Vegas Hear me, nigga (You hear me, nigga?)? Hate niggas who front I know you pussy, niggas clapped you And you wasn't in that prison a month (Hahahaha!) Runnin' your dicksucker, that'll get you hit with the pump Or I'm firin' the stick 'til you slump It's the Machine, bitch! (Rah rah rah rah rah, lay the fuck down, pussy nigga) [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Yeah, plantin' bullets in 'em asses, nigga, you know what the fuck it is, nigga, huh, nobody move, nigga, be still, fuck nigga) Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Brrrr, grah grah, doot doot, doot doot, hahahaha) [Verse 2: Styles P] Deadly, a raw dose of heroin Firearm, fishscale, fuck let the felon in (Fuck) Ferrari dreams since Atari games Catch him in the lobby and kill him, we heard he body things (Veww) Everybody let the machine pop (Errybody) We gon' catch you slippin' off Percs leavin' the lean spot (Ooh) Bitch nigga, I get ya sister hit (Bitch nigga) Nah, I'm just pistol whipped ya chillin' with the stripper (Hahahaha) Bitch to be around the way, every day on some mission shit (Mission) Line a nigga up, deep water, no fishin' shit (Deep water) You baitin', no chance to escape (Uhuh) I'm in the base 10 to 8 when the coke price deflates (Yeah) So Conway, I surely know the way of the con (Surely) Deck of cards in the Qur'an like I'm waitin' to bomb (Like I'm waitin' to bomb) Long kind, short kind, I ain't playin' for bronze (Huh) Gun Olympics, the Ghost don't pass the baton, what up?! Yeah [Chorus: Conway the Machine] (Lay the fuck down, pussy nigga) Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Yeah, (click clack boom), you see that mask, nigga, nobody move, nigga, be still fuck nigga) Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Brr brr, brrrrrr, grah grah, doot doot, doot doot, fuck nigga) [Outro: Styles P] Conway, what up? Salute my G, Ghost, D-Block Yeah, I like the feel of this, haha My type of shit