Conway The Machine – John Woo Flick (Audio, Lyrics)

Conway The Machine - John Woo Flick (ft. Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn) (prod. Kill & Daringer)

Listen to Conway The Machine’s new song, “John Woo Flick” featuring Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn. The track was co-produced by Kill & Daringer. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Conway The Machine John Woo Flick
Conway The Machine John Woo Flick

The Griselda takeover is underway this month. With Benny The Butcher expected to drop his major-label debut on Def Jam next week, Tana Talk 4, fans were treated to his new collaboration with J. Cole last week. However, Conway the Machine is also gearing up to drop his forthcoming debut on Shady Records at the end of this month. The highly-anticipated God Don’t Make Mistakes is due out later this month. Ahead of its release, Conway came through with a brand new cut alongside his Griselda family.
Conway showcases lyrical excellence alongside Benny The Butcher and Westside Gunn on his latest offering, “John Woo Flick.” Daringer and Kill handle the production with a murky instrumental. Conway kicks off the record before handing the mic over to Benny The Butcher. Westside Gunn closes the track, reminding everyone that he’s just as much a formidable MC as he is a curator.

Conway The Machine – John Woo Flick (ft. Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn) (prod. Kill & Daringer)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, tell them rap niggas we takin’ over, had to change the flow up
Now I’m in the Maybach sippin’ a Spade mimosa
Take a big and make the quota with the bakin’ soda
Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it’s over (Brr)
Wait, hold up, if I said so, spray your Rover
Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr)
Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash)
I’m from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin’ (Uh-huh)
And catchin’ bodies, throwin’ bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to ’em)
I’m lookin’ at these rap niggas like, “Is there a problem?” (What’s poppin’, nigga?)
I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo)
Kush in the morning, drink my ‘gnac in the day
I’m tired of hearin’ old niggas talk ’bout back in the day (Fuck outta here)
I ride around with two things, that’s a MAC and a K
Act like I’m playin’, I’m pullin’ up and I’ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr)
Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh)
My shooter comin’ off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom)
Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor
I’m Kobe Bryant on my team, I’m the fuckin’ closer, nigga (Machine)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

[Bridge: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher]
Daringer compared to RZA
I’m compared to niggas that’ll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that)
Courtside watchin’ the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh)
Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin’ somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I swing this MAC, I’m clearin’ the fences
Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga)
The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That’s it)
I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh)
This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I ‘member that)
My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr)
That’s Wayne Perry shit, y’all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y’all pussy, huh)
I’m leavin’ with your daughter if you can’t pay me (What’s poppin’?)
These OGs ’round me real veterans (Facts)
My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga)
In interviews, they askin’ real questions (Like what?)
Like, “Is you still hustlin’? In videos, you usin’ real weapons?” (No comment)
If it’s time to clip you, we the ones to move
I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah)
Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too
The whole gang be doin’ life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga)
Everybody G ’til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk)
Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh)
Had a clientele’s list that was as big as New York
That’s why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
The Butcher, nigga, ah

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA
Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture
Bodies on each pole, keep actin’ like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Beautiful nightmares, we runnin’ out of soda
So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones
Fuck it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt)
Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah)
Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah)
Catch him in his cell, my ock sprayed him up (Brr)
He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
MachineGun in the summer, still wearin’ gloves
B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods
Inshallah, I see a hundred
Get caught with it, I’ll be home in three summers (Ah)
Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it
My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

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