[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Grimy, Grimiest of All Time, n***a
What's poppin', n***a?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Where the drama I want it to pop (What's poppin'?)
I'm givin' n***as shit bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots (Brr)
Peace to them n***as that whip glass and run the block (Whip up)
My n***a Dunns got caught with his second swammy? (Free my n***a!)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that n***a family (What up, beloved?)
Hood n***a, never give a fuck about a Grammy (Uhuh)
The real n***as that been through it, they understand me (Cap)
Same n***as sendin' threats, them n***as 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 n***as 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, n***a (You hear me, n***a?)?
Hate n***as who front
I know you pussy, n***as 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 n***a)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Yeah, plantin' bullets in 'em asses, n***a, you know what the fuck it is, n***a, huh, nobody move, n***a, be still, fuck n***a)
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 n***a, I get ya sister hit (Bitch n***a)
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 n***a 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 n***a)
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow
(Yeah, (click clack boom), you see that mask, n***a, nobody move, n***a, be still fuck n***a)
Nobody don't move or the gun blow, the gun blow (Brr brr, brrrrrr, grah grah, doot doot, doot doot, fuck n***a)
[Outro: Styles P]
Conway, what up?
Salute my G, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah, I like the feel of this, haha
My type of shit