ARABIAN SAM’S lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Grimy, grimiest of all time, n*gga
What's poppin', n*gga?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Where the drama I want it to pop
I'm givin' n*ggas sh*t bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100 shots
Peace to them n*ggas that whip glass and run the block
My n*gga Dunns got caught with a sack (?)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that n*ggas family
Hood n*gga, never give a f*ck about a Grammy
The real n*ggas that been through it, they understand me
Same n*ggas sendin' threats, them n*ggas quiet
He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets settin' him on fire
Knife work, gun work, whatever is required
Shootin' fire in this weapon, spittin' lead 'til you expire
I went from bein' locked in cages to rockin' stages
350 to them 950 (?) kicks
Y'all can spray if I okay'd it
Youngin got the sawed-off, them n*ggas chop the gauges
They not to play with
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
That's why my f*ckin' name ringin' like them slots in Vegas
Hear me, n*gga? Hate n*ggas who front
I know you pus*y, n*ggas clapped you
And you wasn't in that prison a month
Runnin' your di*k sucker, that'll get you hit with the pump
Or I'm firin' the stick 'til you slump
It's The Machine, b*tch! (lay the f*ck down, pus*y n*gga)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
(Lay the f*ck down, pus*y n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun blows
(Nobody move, n*gga, be still f*ck n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun blows

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Deadly, a raw dose of heroin
Firearm, fishscale, f*ck let the felon in
Ferrari dreams since Atari games
Catch him in the lobby and kill him, we heard he body things
Everybody let the machine pop
We gon' catch you slippin' off percs leavin' the lean spot
b*tch n*gga I get ya sister hit
Nah I'm just pistol whipped ya chillin' with the stripper
b*tch to be around the way, every day on some mission sh*t
Line a n*gga up, deep water, no fishin' sh*t
You baitin', no chance to escape
I'm in the base 10 to 8 when the coke price deflates
So Conway, I surely know the way of the con
Deck of cards in the Qur'an like I'm waitin' to bomb
Long kind, short kind, I ain't playin' for bronze
Gun Olympics, the Ghost don't pass the baton, what up?! Yeah

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
(Lay the f*ck down, pus*y n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun blows
(Nobody move, n*gga, be still f*ck n*gga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun blows
[Outro: Styles P]
Conway, what up?
Salute my G, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah, I like the feel of this, haha
My type of sh*t