Conway the Machine - Piano Love

Lyrics from Snippet [Chorus] Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucket load like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga, yeah [Verse 1] Hood niggas still eat the ramen noodles That load cost an extra five if I got it to you We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot you Send some rocket through you, hollow tips poppin' to you Griselda keep winnin', you don't know how to stop it, do you? In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual I been keepin' it rockin' since niggas was rockin' FUBU I don't care what city you from, you solid, I'll salute you Whip until my wrist bone hurtin' Newspapers on them windows, no curtains, fiends knockin', soul searchin' Water tuned off in that trap, fuck it, the stove workin' Pour Poland Springs in that pot, cook up the Os perfect Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until his nose hurtin' Come through back blocks, ridin' 'round with the po' lurkin' My young boy quit drinkin' lean, he goin' cold turkey Sticks and stones don't break my bones, and bullets don't hurt me [Chorus] Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucket load like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga [Verse 2] Throw some bake in the pot with some ice, the dope I cook lockin' Sneaker box with bands in the bag, you'd think I left Foot Locker Young nigga behind your garage, holdin' a full chopper Dropped out of school, decided he just gon' push product Lo Pro copped out the five, damn, I feel for him My nigga came from J in the feds, tryna appeal forty Bitch love the Machine so much, that ho'd steal for me Say it's go time and my hitters ready to drill for me Niggas gettin' smoked in broad day and it's a shame Don't matter if you was in front of the precinct, you gettin' stained Ain't no respect in my hood unless you put in some pain Keep sleepin' on my city and thinkin' this shit a game We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare We spray hairpin triggers, that FN on my waist here Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the Ks here Told... [Chorus] Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucket load like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga