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Mutty
5,795
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mutty was released on May 10, 2024 by Drumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE as a part of the album Slant Face Killah
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Release DateMay 10, 2024
LabelDrumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Scott
Aaron Scott
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
nape's
nape's
Producer
David Emmanuel
David Emmanuel
Producer
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Engineer
Chad Kemp
Chad Kemp
Recording Engineer
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
Ah
**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Mayweather, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Killer Tone, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with The Drum, ain't here to tell about it
Yeah
**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
Ah
[Verse 1]
He was an innocent kid, streets made a felon out him
Shit, innocent kid, we made a felon out him
Wheelchair in front of the mic, bro hitting record
Feel like Mr. Notorious doing "Kick In the Door," uh
Fiend hit the dope once, it made his heart bust
Fentanyl strong, he died from a grain of salt worth
They say, "Machine, what's your skill set?"
Tell 'em, "Ain't a **** played with me that ain't get killed yet"
Uh, extendo in the KelTec, it's signed and sealed, I'm still best
Fuck around and you gon' get put on the grill next
Mud on my cleats, I was still in it when the field wet
The grand architect, just watch what I'ma build next
Sent youngin' on a kill mission, that's just his field test
Them M's come in portions weekly, that's how we meal prep
Ayo, they know Machine a real threat
I'll kick your pregnant baby mama down a flight of steel steps
I rap but I still step
It ain't at least seven figures, that ain't a real check
Just pay me everything up front, that make me feel best
Don't get it fucked up
I had to hustle to get here, they think I lucked up
I turn up my bitch wrist, that shit a buck plus
Middle of the street, empty the Drac' and flip his truck up
Wax worm on top of the Scatter Brain crushed up
Shit, when I lost my **** Prick, that shit crushed us
You know if it's my bitch 'cause her wrist all bust up
Them pussy **** huff, puff, and beat on they chest
But they ain't tough, fuck them ****, man
[Bridge]
Look at my progress
Now it's Benz trucks that pull up in the projects
I trusted the process
I did everything I say, I didn't break my promise
I'm just being honest
[Verse 2]
I mean, your flow is sort of mine, so this where we draw the line
You went to Saks for your drip, shit, they imported mine
Exotic reptile skins, I turned water to wine
Look, it's Slant Face Killah
You said it's up when you see me, boy, we can't wait, ****
You don't want real beef, you plant-based, ****
I damn near went gold off a damn tape filler
It's Drumwork
You **** can't play with us, I swear
Ah
Shit
I wanted Machine to do the hook again and then I go
Uh
[Chorus]
**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Griselda, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Killer Tone, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with SK, ain't here to tell about it
**** played with The Drum, ain't here to tell about it
Uh
Ain't here to tell about it
**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
[Verse 3]
You can smell it cookin' on the wake up
I seen **** ballin' then fall like Vin Baker
First, The Jackson 5 br–
Man, sometimes motherfuckers break up
It was solid when they stamped it, sometimes them motherfuckers break up
I ain't complaining, that shit cross a lot of hands in the travel
I'm still gon' sell it all from the biggest rock to the gr–
I sneeze money, I piss Ace now
Before we was throwing weight 'round
Let's do a hypothetic breakdown
If you got a half a bird for nine
And water whipped it all the way 'round
Pulled 'em out the pot, laughing, like, "Put that shit on the plate now"
You turn that half to a whole and sell every gram for a hunnid
Subtract twenty-eight 'cause you probably throw your lil' **** a onion
Try to get him on his feet till they blitz on 'em, he fumbled
That shit come out to like ninety-seven thousand somethin', give or take
The smokers that come short, you know that's how they play
Take away the nine thousand you paid and the rest is what you made
You put twenty in the stash and the rest back in the game
Shit, if that's what you was doing, that's probably how you should do it
But you know this shit be all cap, you know this shit is just music
Shit, you know the movement, the Scorpion boys (Griselda)
It's my time now, I'm driving the Rolls-Royce through the doors
Light skin legend, coke water reverend, Lamborghini revvin'
Outside Maple and Ash, late to a session
She mad, she said that wagyu ain't gon' taste like wagyu once we reach the exit
Stove God, I'm the closest thing you gon' get to perfection
I'm Jordan, you, nah
I'm Kobe, you, nah
I'm 'Bron and you Richard Jefferson, let me vent
They say these **** good, but they ain't good enough
And if they sleep, I hope that coma so long that they pull the plug
West went Super Flygod, Butch got an Emmy
Con got the crown, I went diamond on the digi'
I went O.J. with the Grizzlies, is you shitting me?
Look at my progress
Look at the way I made that pot dance
1st and 15th was prime time, I had to high step
Rodman '89 'ship
How you celebrating? He ain't died yet
[Outro]
Damn, Conductor, where'd you find this?
Stove
Written by: Aaron M. Scott, Demond Price
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