Letra de Ten / Rya Interlude - Conway the Machine

(Feat. Key Glock, Rya Maxwell)

Yeah, we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga

Bitch, I'm T'd right now, nigga

Yeah (Cannon, Cannon went crazy)

Your bitch know it

I swear

Ah

Lately I been fucking bitches by the twos (Twos)

Getting millions by the twos (Twos)

Black Cully, black seats, hop out in Chicago 2s (Ah)

Black forty, green beam punching like it's Rocky 2

They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused (What?)

Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise

Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school (Never)

Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused (Talk to 'em)

Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool

Yeah, judging by the jewels, you'd think we sold a lot of food

Yeah, they said they gon' do somethin' to me, okay, I'm amused

'Cause they ain't got a clue, them niggas must don't watch the news (Brrt)

Niggas know just how we move, yeah

I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, uh, woah)

I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Yeah)

I'm on ten

I'm on ten (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Uh, ah)

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)

Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T'd (Bitch, I'm T'd)

I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T'd (I re'd up)

I shot straight up to the top 'cause, bitch, I'm T'd

It ain't shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I'm T'd

Fuck you mean, nigga?

I'm on ten, my bitch is a ten

Nickname Glock, the FN my best friend

Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz

Just push that lil' button, them boys gon' spin (Yeah)

Just push that lil' button, send them boys to God

I jump out the Porsche, but didn't go to the park

You know I'm a king, cannot pull my card

We push up on niggas like a broke garage

Yeah, yeah, long as I got me, I don't need your help

Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself

I'ma hustle, I'ma get it 'til my last breath

Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps

I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps

I ran up the bag, still ain't caught cramps

Everybody got sticks like we finna camp (Baow)

I'm on ten (I'm on T)

I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Yeah)

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten)

I'm on ten

I'm on ten (Yeah, uh)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Ayy)

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, brrt, baow, Glizock, I'm on, pow, pow, pow, yeah, God, yeah, uh-uh)

I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, uh)

I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Yeah)

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah)

I'm on ten

I'm on ten (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Ah, ah, ay)

Turnt to the max, I'm on ten, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I cannot be in no gang (No gang) even if I'm on my own (On my own)

And I be gettin' real lit (Gettin' real lit) even if I stay at home (At home)

I really don't know who you think you are

All you wanna do is doubt me from the start

All you wanna do is hate on me and post about me even if I really give heart

You really need to change

You need to change your ways

No, you cannot stay the same

No, this is not a game

I'm going stupid, I'm going through it

I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid

I'm going crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it

They tryna solve me like Rubix

You was real dumb, you was real goofy

You had the chance and you blew it

You was real numb, you was real lucid

You had a bag and you threw it

Now you was never included

You was excluded

You got some beef, we'll conclude it

You got some beef, we'll dispute it

The streets is polluted

With dead bodies and ran that through it

You argue online for clout

You're nothing without

And I do not know how

You even get around

When you wear all these masks, then you still get around

And you're scared someone will catch you and put the lights out

Did someone catch you off guard? Ooh

Now they shoot you from afar, ooh

They shooting at you and they shoot at your heart

And they making sure it do not restart

And now you was nothing but part of the charts

They driving by and they shoot you from the car

If you get lucky, you get another chance, you better rethink and you better think hard

You better end that beef

Better stack up your money

You better go get clean

You better go get green (Yeah, yeah)

You better act right, ooh

'Fore someone shoot you in the back or two

I'm 'bout to start a tycoon

And I'm 'bout to get my stacks right too

Stay going crazy, we go with the guys

Ooh, we 'bout to stack up supplies (What? What?)

We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky

Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight

You don't put no effort, you never tried

You staying together, I promise you'll die

And I am forever in, dead or alive

I'm married, but all you do is deny

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