"BANG (Original Version)"

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah (Brr), uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr)
It's not a game, n*gga (Brr, brr)
It’s not a f*ckin' game, n*gga (Brr, brr, brr)
Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say and I don't give a f*ck, I’m rich (Ahh)
Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my sh*t
I tell you n*ggas like Kyrie, "Suck my di*k" (Hahahaha)
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my b*tch (Uh-uh)
Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh)
I sweat Ace of Spades, n*gga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap n*gga quick before the Dutch got twist
(Ayo, let's roll somethin')
Yeah, the shotty ring, this sh*t is not a thing (Uh-huh)
The chopper make your body lean, my n*ggas body things (Brr)
Uh, I’m with the jackboys, I’m with the robbin' team (Uh-huh)
On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha)
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon’ stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo)
My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh)

Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh)
Whippin’ all night until the mornin' come (All night, n*gga)
Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!

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