Tween Cross Tween

Uh Here we go again Right Look, look Record label tried handing me a contract, I spit on it It ain't at least 30 million, then I ain't signin' shit on it (I ain't signin') I push the AMG G-Wagon, the kit on it (uh-huh) The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (talk to 'em) Any collaborations, you know what Machine did on it I only got on them niggas' songs, so I can shit on it (ahh) You're the type nigga taking your baby mama stimulus (huh?) And lose it all like the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (bum-ass nigga) Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins (yeah) And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' them (yeah) Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands (talk to 'em) Yeah, the instrumental get hit with Mack Truck when I go in on it These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them Push up on niggas, big strap, what? They're actin' innocent (haha) They're tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (huh?) Tween, cross, tween, step back, the shot I drill again (woo) Oh, there he go again Showin' off on the beat without a pen again Showin' you nobody fuckin' with him again 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million, and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million, and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind) Trust me, I got money on my mind (yeah) 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million, and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout Uh-huh Told you, "We're really killin'" (yeah) Squeeze at your cap, then really peel it (brrt) Then pee on your hat like a Phillies fitted (haha) In Miami with the heat in the bucket, I'm Jimmy with it (huh?) But I shoot it in your face like Curry done shimmy with it, nigga (haha) Yeah, ayo, I don't think these fuck niggas listenin' properly Got so much cash out the deal, they considered it robbery (ha) I don't wanna hear you broke niggas ifs and your problems Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them niggas just watch me (uh-huh) And put emojis in my comments, then niggas gon' copy That's why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me Look where this vision done got me (talk to 'em, king) (yeah) Flew my bitch from Buffalo to Vegas, she lickin' me sloppy About a million worth of chips when we hit the Bellagi' (yeah) Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari (haha) No pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get Calamari You ain't Nicki Minaj, bitch, then you isn't a Barbie (fuck out of here) 80 pointers my jeweler tryna fit on my Cartis (bling) My young bitches like to fuck me and listen to Cardi (ha) Know an old-head that had a brick since Nintendo Atari Wearin' goggles while he cookin' I call that nigga Amar'e (woo) Never played the NBA game, but I'm richer than Barkley (hahaha) Goose, why these niggas gon' start me? Shit (yeah, nigga) 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga) 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (drumwork shit, bitch) Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind) Trust me, I got money on my mind (yeah) 'Scuse me if I rake a couple million, and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga, yeah You bitch niggas in trouble, nigga, I told you Conway the Machine, bitch, AKA the disruptor, nigga I came to fuck up you niggas' flow, nigga All that shit y'all niggas doin' or tryin' to do Nigga, I'm 'bout to step on all that shit, nigga Another album, nigga Another album after that Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Yeah, nigga, y'all done woke me up Yeah