John Woo Flick (with Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn)

by Conway the Machine

From the album: God Don't Make Mistakes

Duration: 4:46

God Don't Make Mistakes cover art

Lyrics for John Woo Flick (with Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn)

Look, tell them rap n- we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (brr) Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, n- good fellas like Ray Liotta (hah) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (cash) I'm from the East side, them n- over there be wildin' (uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap n- like, "Is there a problem?" (what's poppin', n-?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old n- talk about back in the day (f- outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the f- closer, n- (Machine) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, sh- real, n-, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that sh-, n-) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (Hit everything, n-, make sure you hit everything, n-, empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah, boom, boom, boom) Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to n- that'll stab you in your face With a pair of scissors (hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (uh-huh) Air the extended (uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (brrt, brrt, ah) I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it) I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh) This for my n- in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed 80 (brrt) That's Wayne Perry sh-, y'all n- Wayne Bradys (y'all p-, huh) I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (what's poppin'?) These OGs 'round me real veterans (facts) My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (n-) In interviews, they askin' real questions (like what?) Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (no comment) If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (ah) Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (uh, you a rat, n-) Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (hit with a hawk) Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (uh-huh) Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault The Butcher, n-, ah Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA Them sh- see-through, we rock it for the culture Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones F-, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (skrrt) Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (ah) Ran up in his locker, take that n- phone (ah) Catch him in his cell, my akh sprayed him up (brrt) He did it for some oil and a prayer rug MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves BO meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods Inshallah I'll see a hundred Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (ah) Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it My n- still got 40, he might not leave up out it Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, sh- real, n-, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that sh-, n-) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (Hit everything, n-, make sure you hit everything, n-, empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

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