Slapbox - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Yeah

Yo, yo

I’m in the hood smoking sticks with the squad

The mac in the bushes and the stick in the yard

Fredo going to get the Henny, grab a fifth and cigars

Put out a half a zip to smoke, and I’m twisting it all

Niggas drunk, slapboxing in the street, doing pull-ups on the tree

My nigga, Killa Tone, pulled up in a V

Pulled over, he just got off parole, so we hit the weed

I said, «we need a lick to hit», he said «I got what we need

‘Member that fat nigga, Ronnie, from Riverside with all the blocks?

Had the G Wagon, used to be with Twon and got shot?

I was leaving his bitch house, just finished getting some top

Riding down his block, seen his G Wagon parked at the spot

So I laid on the nigga and watched

I seen his kids and his baby mama, he thought he was low, but now we got the

drop

That nigga pussy, we probably won’t have to clap him

We gon' take the ratchet anyway in case that’s how it got to happen

So is you down or what?»

my face frowning up

Brown in my cup like «what you mean ‘am I down or what?'

We laying this nigga down or what?», he said «I'ma bang your jack»

Gave my nigga a dap, he slid, I told Pat, «take me back to the crib»

I couldn’t sleep, thinking ‘bout it all night

That nigga got cake, we all gon' be straight, and Killa, right?

I’ve seen his wrist full of ice, that nigga neck was like one of the Migos

This lick should be easy as a free throw

But I got this rap shit popping and I just signed a deal

But they ain’t putting out no music, it’s hard to pay my bills

Fuck it, Killa texted and said, «it's time to move

Let’s catch him when he come back from taking his daughter to school

Nobody else should be home, so everything should go smooth

We gon' leave with a couple hundred thousand and some jewels

Heard he keep his money stashed behind his picture in the wall»

«Copy», he think he 'Lo ‘cause he live in Niagara Falls?

We gon' get that nigga and then I’m back on track

Hope I don’t have to, but any funny shit, he getting clapped

Now we riding down in 190 over that bridge

Black Nike techs, ski mask so he don’t know who we is

Killa on the walkie talkie said, «he pulled in the driveway»

I already climbed in the window like Smokey on Friday

Soon as he put his key in and turned the lock

Opened the door, he heard my burner cock («Where it’s at, nigga»)

Took me to the stash, he had 300 racks and 30 blocks

Gave him a leg shot and fled the spot («Hold that, pussy»)

Jumped back in the whip, I said, «we're straight, we’re good»

We jumped back on the 190 and went straight to the hood

Next thing you know, police was on us with sirens on

Killa said, «I just got off parole, they’re getting fired on

Fuck that, I ain’t going back

Just hit the gas if he pull his Glock out, that’ll give us time to hop out»

He mashed the gas and we, «pull over over there

I’ma hop out first and go and hide in that abandoned church»

Be safe, nigga, hit me when you’re at the crib"

Then he slid