Laundromat Rap

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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Bust yo shit 'front of everybody if you push me
Chopper bullets knockin' the letters off your Stüssy
I got warrants in 4 states, they tryna book me
But I never turn myself in, I gots to keep it pushin'
I'm just a bully, on the backseat it's the fully, wolves be
Behind the wall, come home big like Tookie
Remember when them n*ggas was tryna overlook me?
Now they say I'm top five, damn look how quick it took me
Yeezy 750's the brown shits, we get the pounds in
Gorilla OG, we flooded the town with

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]
Strap my dog with the Wessun, send 'em where you restin'
Grimiest of All! Is that still a question?
Line five rappers up
I run through the first four by your fifth selection
I'm a living legend, I told a bitch
"Even if I fucked you and shitted on you, bitch it was still a blessin"
This is that God flow, you said your flow sick where your bars go?
Avenido I skip the gallardo
I gave my bitch a sniff of that raw snow
OG's like how I move, Me & Mach like Christmas with Marlo
I whack you for your bricks and your cargo
My youngin' locked
I told him keep that ratchet when you spin in that yard yo

[Verse 5: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 6: Conway the Machine]
I'm tryna see how far my knife fit
I'm lookin' in your eyes pushin' deeper as I watch your life slip
Every rhyme I'm A.I. in '96
Never seen nothin' like me, even my idols admire my sh*t
Suicide tryna ride on my clique, I don't care who outside
Niggas die when I fire my stick
I can always rely on my blick
Niggas robbed you with your own gun
You let them niggas try you like bitch

[Verse 7: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 8: Conway the Machine]
Took the mask off, see my face boy remember me?
Live nigga Rap, you ain't heard nothin' iller in ya life
I'm like Frank with the Chinchilla at the fight
No snitchin' though, flip and blow
Christians with the spikes, rock the biggest rope
Rollie' on my wrist is full of ice
Paint the kitchen with the white
Cee-lo game, it's bank, six racks
Shot a five, I rolled once them chips is on the dice
No rapper been consistently as nice
Might punch ya favorite rapper in his face
In the memory of Price
In the Memory of 'Chine Gun (Rest In Peace yo!)
Seen youngin' empty his .40 and he ain't run
Eighteen Hunnid they wonder where I got jeans from
I made that light green, my shooter Carbon-15 run
(Grimiest Of All Time nigga)