[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, kicks 25 hundred on the test pedal
Kilo on my neck hangin' chest level
Face twisted up but still spit it on the best level
Pussy n***as get you vest filled with TEC metal
Leave n***as chalked on the sidewalk
Look at me crazy get your eye hawked
I hear the sneak dissin' and the side talk
They saw about all the designer shit that I bought
You pussy n***as gotta do you homework
I know how to make the stove work
I laid n***as down for their own work
Had to show a couple n***as that my chrome work
Everyday around my way somebody fuckin' spray
That’s why banana clips are in the Russian K
Try to come up, you better find another way
I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this drum n***as

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
N***as always play tough til the Glock cock back
And the n***as shot, bleed from his top
[?] on the tear, they wonderin' will it stop
Not at all, I’m the machine, assault rifle with the beam
Couple thousand for my shoes, dropped a thousand on my jeans
Dropped a thousand for my t-shirt, told you the flow was mean n***as
Free the homies [?] and [?]
Just walking down the time until they back up on the scene
I’m in the kitchen with a pie
A little bakin' soda and whip it til it rise
Take the fork and get the extra grams stickin' to the side
Might leave it for my cook because his wrist should get a prize
He should be rewarded for his effort
You n***as broke you can't afford to get the extras
Ridin' with the 40 in the Tesla
I’m only here to apply pressure to you fuck n***as
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay
I get to lettin off this motherfuckin…Ah!