[ Featuring Larry June ]
Conductor
Yeah
Conductor
Machine back, ah
Light up
At this point I'm just unf*ckwithable, nigga
Yeah
Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit (hood shit)
Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit (bullshit)
I'm Trick Daddy with them pots, whippin' that girl, she such a good bitch (good bitch)
18-wheelers bringin' the za, we gettin' hood rich (we gettin' hood rich)
(Uh, look)
Blew fifty at the Louis V store out in Paris
Rollin' up a hundred crowns at the Louvre, bitch, I'm arrogant
You know papi on 10th street had the heroin, on the Megabus takin' bricks down to Maryland
(Talk to these niggas, king)
Mm
On the Megabus takin' bricks down to Maryland
Your dog locked, you keep him outside and take care of him
I'm pullin' up, German engineering, bitches stare at 'em
The Benz white, my shooter like Glen Rice
Champion piece, a pesto margarita thin slice
Big pipe in this 3X Pelle Pelle
I hate all of you rappers, I'm Melle Mel
The flow is Kane vs. Undertaker, this Hell in a Cell
Really from the trenches, give a f*ck 'bout no record sales
Well, the fit fresh I just need a photo uh-huh
Griselda Records, I should be the logo (talk to 'em)
Bitch text me say she 'bout to leave Komodo
R&B star, shit it probably was Coco
Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit (hood shit)
Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit (bullshit)
I'm Trick Daddy with them pots, whippin' that girl, she such a good bitch (good bitch)
18-wheelers bringin' the za, we gettin' hood rich (we gettin' hood rich)
(Look) I done seen niggas fall a lot, seen niggas ball a lot
Two million tucked in my parking spot
Triple that on real estate, my couch cost 88
I call that sittin' on 80k, I'm heavyweight
(Pressin' buttons in the Porsche)
Tech on me like IT, quick like Ali
Bruce Lee Roy, choppin' nine keys
Prepare for the bullshit, I'm ducked off sippin' on a chai tea
Spillin' weed crumbs on my white tee
Italian wood floors in my crib, I'm not a ball player
If you not talkin' big numbers I'ma call you later
Glidin' in the 992 lookin' like Terminator
Me and money correlated, I'm manifesting bigger things
Been seein' RICOs, block got swept clean
Copped the Benz from Nino's, tucked it on 23's
I was 'bout nineteen, baby boy on the way
Weighin' up fifty Ps, prayin' that I make it safe
Prayin' that these niggas-
Prayin' that they won't tell
Knowin' that these niggas fake
Still on that hood shit
Candy house not y'alls, on my way to serve a J
What's happenin'?
Conway
Comin' live from 100th Point, California, nigga
All the way to Buffalo, man, uh
TFM
Condutor, we have a problem (damn)
Griselda
(What's good, nigga?)
(What's up, brother? How you?)
(Lemme hit that motherf*cker)
(C'mon ? kings, you already know it)
(Is this a Crowns or a Backwood?)
(Come on, nigga, we don't do Backwoods)
(Backwoods gon' get smack woods)
(Pause)
(Shit crazy, nigga, last night, remember I was calling, you ain't answer motherf*cker)
(After we went to the dice game, nigga, shit was crazy)
(Word?)
(Shit was crazy, nigga)
(One nigga-)
(Motherf*cker, 456 every other shot)
(Say word)
(I ran it up too, I got- I won me about ten outta there)
(I know the other nigga won about a dub)
(Oh, y'all had them set dice last night)
(You know what I'm sayin')
(Man, I'm mad I ain't answer the phone)
(Nah, forreal, shit)
(I'm ready to shoot right now, man)
(It's crazy out here, man)
(You don't wanna shoot, nigga)
(What?)
(What's the bet?)
(Nah, man, you know I-I don't bet the ?)
(Excuse me)
(What's up Rashida?)
(God damn, when you gon' stop playing with me too?)
(What you mean?)
(Shh, you know I want you still)
(When you gon' be ? forreal?)
(Ight, last night gon' be one of them nights, lil' nigga)
(Like every night)
(Tonight gon' be one of them nights)
(Bag and cash)
(That's a fact)
(F*ck Fredo at?)
(He on the way, he on the block)
(Fredo)
(What time you steppin' out tonight?)
(I don't even know, dawg, I might not even f*ck with-)
