Online (feat. Chase Fetti)

Conway The Machine

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    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    You used to deal, girl, now you won't employ
    My fiends jump from joy, my smack hittin', like a punch from Roy
    Jones, should I keep the chrome? Ain't have another choice
    I'm a bad guy, a rabbi, how I be touchin', boy
    I was cuttin' that boy with M30's, that switch
    My stick burn him, MAC with a clip, curvin'
    In fact, you'll get buried, like tryna stick curry
    Grab the grip, every time I leave the bridge, my bitch worried, uh

    Look, I tell her I'm straight, six-thirty
    Niggas Oscar the Grouch, I was movin' them big birdies
    That paper, I make it rain, I promise you'll get flurries
    Like, damn, where the fuck did you park? Bitch, hurry
    My chips sturdy and they all down
    I came from the block like Karl Towns, this Nas, but the law's found
    This pot in this fork wild, I beat it, like raw browns
    Good stamps, had 'em on the lines, like the call dial

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    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    I don't know why niggas feel they can stop me
    I gave niggas the blueprint, you niggas should watch me
    Hit in my top and that still didn't drop me
    Two in the mornin', got the stick in the bourbon, out her, Benny, hibachi
    Vintage Versace, this Hennessy got me
    I'll be still in your top three, for infinity, probably, watch me
    Been a menace, since I've been feelin' this cocky
    Switch on the Glock and her wrist is all rocky

    Nigga, and the neck chunky
    Not from the rap checks that I collect monthly
    Them niggas don't get an ounce of respect from me
    You rap niggas to me is just lunch money
    Food, nigga, my jewels bigger
    No SI's, this flawless, boss, our jewels different
    My bitch jump out her Benz, Chanel bag, Louis slippers
    It's nothin' to push the button and get you removed, nigga, Machine

    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    I aim good, I had the J's on lock
    I was front to work, if they paid on top
    Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
    Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

    Song details

    Composition: Conway the Machine, Chase Fetti, and Aesthetic

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