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Conway the Machine - Tween Cross Tween Lyrics



Conway the Machine - Tween Cross Tween Lyrics
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[ Featuring Goosebytheway ]

Uh
Here we go again, right?
Look, look (look)

Record label try handing me a contract, I spit on it (get outta here)
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signing shit on it (I ain't signing)
I push the AMG G-Wagon, a kid on it (uh-huh)
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (talk to 'em)
Any collaborations you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them niggas songs so I can shit on it (ha)
You the type nigga taking your baby mama' stimulus (huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (bum-ass nigga)
The young boys on demon time, they gremlins (yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' 'em (yeah)
Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't f*ck with Timberlands (talk to 'em)
Yeah, the instrumental get hit with Mack truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, big strap, what? They actin' innocent
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (huh?)
Tween cross tween step back, the shot I drill again (woo)
Oh, there he go again, showin' off on a beat
Without a pen again, showin' you nobody f*ckin' with him again

'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me I got money on my mind (yeah)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout

Uh-huh
Told you we really killin' (yeah)
Squeeze at your cap then really peel it (brrt)
Then pee on your hat like a Phillie's fitted
In Miami with the heat in the bucket I'm Jimmy with it (ha)
But I shoot it in your face like Curry done shimmy with it, nigga
(Shimmy with it, nigga)
Yeah, ayo
I don't think these f*ck niggas listenin' properly
Got so much cash out to deal, they considered it robbery
I don't wanna hear you broke niggas ifs and your problems
Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them niggas just watch me (uh-huh)
And put emojis in my comments then niggas 'gon copy
That's why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me
Look where this vision done got me (talk to 'em, king)
Yeah
Flew my bitch from Buffalo to Vegas, she lickin' me sloppy
About a million worth of chips when we hit the Bellagi' (yeah)
Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari
No pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get calamari
You ain't Nicki Minaj then you isn't a Barbie (f*ck outta here)
Eighty pointers my jeweller tryna fit on my Carti's
My young bitches like to f*ck me and listen to Carti
Know an old-head that had a brick since Nintendo Atari
Wearin' goggles while he cookin', I call that nigga Amari (woo)
Never played a NBA game but I'm richin' than Barkley
Goose, why these niggas gon' start me, shit

'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (Drumwork shit, bitch)
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me I got money on my mind (yeah, yeah, on my mind)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, yeah)

You bitch niggas in trouble, nigga, I told you
Conway the Machine, bitch, a.k.a The Disruptor, nigga
I came to f*ck up you niggas flow, nigga
All that shit y'all niggas doin' or tryin' to do
Nigga, I'm 'bout to step on all that shit, nigga
Another album, nigga
Another album after that
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
Yeah, nigga y'all done woke me up, yeah
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Uh
Here we go again, right?
Look, look (look)

Record label try handing me a contract, I spit on it (get outta here)
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signing shit on it (I ain't signing)
I push the AMG G-Wagon, a kid on it (uh-huh)
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (talk to 'em)
Any collaborations you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them niggas songs so I can shit on it (ha)
You the type nigga taking your baby mama' stimulus (huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (bum-ass nigga)
The young boys on demon time, they gremlins (yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' 'em (yeah)
Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't f*ck with Timberlands (talk to 'em)
Yeah, the instrumental get hit with Mack truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, big strap, what? They actin' innocent
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (huh?)
Tween cross tween step back, the shot I drill again (woo)
Oh, there he go again, showin' off on a beat
Without a pen again, showin' you nobody f*ckin' with him again

'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me I got money on my mind (yeah)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout

Uh-huh
Told you we really killin' (yeah)
Squeeze at your cap then really peel it (brrt)
Then pee on your hat like a Phillie's fitted
In Miami with the heat in the bucket I'm Jimmy with it (ha)
But I shoot it in your face like Curry done shimmy with it, nigga
(Shimmy with it, nigga)
Yeah, ayo
I don't think these f*ck niggas listenin' properly
Got so much cash out to deal, they considered it robbery
I don't wanna hear you broke niggas ifs and your problems
Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them niggas just watch me (uh-huh)
And put emojis in my comments then niggas 'gon copy
That's why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me
Look where this vision done got me (talk to 'em, king)
Yeah
Flew my bitch from Buffalo to Vegas, she lickin' me sloppy
About a million worth of chips when we hit the Bellagi' (yeah)
Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari
No pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get calamari
You ain't Nicki Minaj then you isn't a Barbie (f*ck outta here)
Eighty pointers my jeweller tryna fit on my Carti's
My young bitches like to f*ck me and listen to Carti
Know an old-head that had a brick since Nintendo Atari
Wearin' goggles while he cookin', I call that nigga Amari (woo)
Never played a NBA game but I'm richin' than Barkley
Goose, why these niggas gon' start me, shit

'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (Drumwork shit, bitch)
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me I got money on my mind (yeah, yeah, on my mind)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, yeah)

You bitch niggas in trouble, nigga, I told you
Conway the Machine, bitch, a.k.a The Disruptor, nigga
I came to f*ck up you niggas flow, nigga
All that shit y'all niggas doin' or tryin' to do
Nigga, I'm 'bout to step on all that shit, nigga
Another album, nigga
Another album after that
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
Yeah, nigga y'all done woke me up, yeah
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Writer: Anthony Goodwin, Ben Poupore, Demond Price, Dick Addrisi, Don Addrisi, George Duke
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




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