Fentanyl
Fentanyl

Conway the Machine - Fentanyl Lyrics

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Fentanyl Lyrics

Double 0-2's, the black and red Geigers (huh?)
I clap the back his head, rapid lead fire
I don't care what a rapper said, they're liars
They don't want smoke, they pussy, they wouldn't dare try us (they don't want smoke, nigga)
Lambo is black and red, spin, buy it (BOOM!)
Bitch with me look like a early career Mya (HA!)
Get out of pocket, I'ma crack his egg
Have niggas eternally nappin' like he dead tired (hahahaha!)
Uh, you eternally sleep (woo!)
I'll leave ya momma with the burden of grief for the words that you speak
Uh, smokin' like B-Real burnin' Khalif (what up my nigga?)
200 P's, told the plug I'll return every week (I'll be back)
Uh, I don't know where niggas heard it was sweet
You throw shots, we returnin' a three (BO-BOOM!)
I go and shop I prefer (Where my freak at)
I'm in the spot, Gucci socks, purple mink
Even bag the bitch servin' me drinks (talk to 'em)
Uh, shooters do you dirt for cheap
I'd rather do that murder discreet, so niggas never heard it was me
I don't fuck with niggas, so it's real if you heard that we link
Blink on my hip, hoppin' out black Suburban with fleek (woo!)
Or push the Rover, I got it off the shit I cook with soda
I got in this rap game and I took it over (it's my shit)
Check the stats homie, look it over (HUH?)
City put on my shoulders
Yeah, right on top where the bullet hole was
2000 for the boy slippers
Yeah, Le Chemin Du Roi sippers, no fentanyl, boy flippers
Tanks in the wall got the Koi fishes (HUH?)
Oyster dishes, pullin' off in Royces, nigga (VROOM!)
And I put that on Royce, my nigga, I will hoist this blinker
When you talkin' to me, lower your voice my nigga
Yeah, please think it's a game
I will throw all this shit away, when I squeeze 3 in ya frame, pussy
You know wassap nigga
I'm back nigga
Yea straight like that nigga
Standing ovation with this mat nigga
Know what's up (Know what's up)
Just saying bitch
Eat what you kill nigga

A wave of violence is rippling across troubled parts of Buffalo
With bullets flying, mostly east of Main St.
11 People have been killed in December alone
There have been 13 shootings, and a stabbing in the last two weeks
Authorities believe most are not random acts of violence

They don't care about life, they don't even care about living
'Cause you got guys that are shooting people and then walking around like it's alright

Writer(s): Desmond Price
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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