38 Spesh and Conway the Machine - Latex Gloves

Rock the chinchilla to the ankle bone
I'm that nigga now, I'm just gon' make it known
My dawg caught a body bust in Draco chrome
They gave him life behind the prison gates, he can't go home
I get the Yale gone, break a whole one down and make his own
Cause in these streets, I'm a motherfuckin' staple on
He say he the king, well Machine come to take his throne
Take over the game like I'm Jordan when he played Malone
Spray the MAC-10s out of black bands
He dropped his card, he's runnin' from it got a cracked lens
Mama gone for days, been on a crack binge
Walked to granny house, she got a packed fridge
Been about that action since the older days
Niggas puttin' bodies on the throwaways
Latex gloves on when we loadin' Ks

You should know what time we on, expectations entirely wrong
Kick the hole in the game before multiple views by Tommy Gong
Gotta be strong when you poppin' the paparazzi form
Sliders singin' in your local precinct like I'm Omarion
Came a ways to get here naked to a Brachion
Careful, had to stash the rocket by the Aki jawn
Hermes on my way to the tomb, Versace bond
You would think I'm repeatin' shit, got several copies formed
Hatin' ain't gon' stop me, probably wish me body harm
Hand off to my dumb-out, get his kamikaze on
He'll always be forks in the road, it's Maserati's form
Your rap career ain't workin' out a bunch of sloppy songs
Quiet storms and beautiful murders for Oxymoron
We in a town that's vehicles hounded in lobby swarms

They won't play, that's why we armed Every day, everybody's drawn
Dr. Criminal, the one your baby mom Oz be on
I have the Moody's blocks, meet me at the beauty shop
The one that's owned by my cutie-wop that got the booty shots
I ain't packin' a 2D Glock, absolutely not
Stash box in case I get stopped by traffic duty cops
My last interaction, they was askin' who we shot
Gave em' no reaction, so they acted truly shocked
This ain't a movie, I, I stack fruity rocks
It's diamonds and emeralds and rubies in my jewelry box
The calls that we got, show y'all all who we not
1500 at the ball and Louis shots
Walkin' round your bitch crib in my drawers and Louis socks
Got me confused, dawg, I thought Hubie stopped
From upstate N-Y, a moody block
Play the gangster role and I make it movie-stop
All hoes is birds, I'm with the bougie flock
I never let these groupie thots do me like Rudy Pops, nigga

Written by:
38 Spesh, Conway The Machine

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