🎵 TV OFF // by Conway the Machine

7 ContributorsTV OFF Lyrics [Intro] I heard you paint houses (Yes) Whoo Kid Yeah I'm gettin' my motherfuckin' bag, man Damn I'm just smoked up, I'm dancing Smoked a couple Had me a little glass of this [?] wine You know what I mean, bottle I got from Georgia Let's go [Verse 1] Look, we'll still kill a man if we have to (For real) Shoot a nigga everyday when we pass through (Everyday) Your boy dissing in a song 'cause he had to You need the buzz, ain't nobody bought his last two (Ha) I was broke as them niggas I'd be mad too (Mad) N***** like his post, then we gettin' on your ass too Yeah, we getting on your ass too Brother riding 'round ARP in a mask too ARP in the ski mask (Huh?) Have 'em takin' shots like it's wheat grass (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah) Kilo stamped like my G pass ('Kay) Fifteen and a half for a key slab (Woo) Take it out the wrap, give it a sink bath (Uh-huh) Know we gon' blitz, better think fast (Uh) Glock with a drum on me when I creep past (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah) I'm heartless, 2Pac at the repass Y'all see this shit, it's more reasonin that my shit timeless, your's meaningless (Talk to 'em) When I'm cookin' up it's Michelin three stars Your shit bland, it need more seasonin' (Hahaha) Smokin' with all my boys free again (Uh-huh) Shots beat his case up, Shakur Stevenson (Welcome home) Uh, two-seater, Porsche speedin' it Baguette chain, Nets game, floor seatin' it (Ah) I Four Season it when I tour Greece again Athens, 'Chine just got another bag in (Uh) Classic, NBA Jam, Double Dragon (Talk to 'em) Bad bitch I'm finna go slam got a wagon (What up, baby?) Ask him, nigga play with us, we toe taggin' Machine overall 99, All Madden (Woo) Ah, Machine start spazzin', potato on the barrel, turn his head au gratin (Ha) Uh, I'm in Geneva spendin' Euros (Huh?) Used to get bnb money and tour [?] (Bag) Girl I'm with said she got friends with her, plural I told her to send 'em in, churro [Verse 2] Where I'm from they will shoot if you starin' Don't care 'bout no views, only views from my terrace I'm rockin' Louis, my new drip in Paris (Whoo Kid) My new bitch is Arab, you get embarrassed They think I sneak diss, well, if shoe fit, then wear it My new wrist is blueish, a few different karats The flow is the truth if my music is cherished Pole long as broomstick, I shoot niggas [?] Shit'll knock a tree down, too You niggas not like us, boy, and we not you My bitch so cold, it make a nigga sneeze, achoo She seen my moves, Machine from the Eastside crew The queen got an ass on her like E. Badu And she fine, too, graduated BYU TEC spray, peace to SK, he Piru Any man get in the vet way, then he die, too, [?] Talk to these niggas, king My album was [?] Back on this shit, nigga, Reject 3 I'm on the same shit them niggas saw me on back then You know how I'm givin' it up, too Yeah, shootin' at niggas [?] MAC-10, nigga (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah) With this MAC-10, yeah (Brrt, brrt) [Outro] Yeah I'm back [?], nigga The reaper back [?] Machine (Whoo Kid) Fatality Let's go This shit remind me of the G-Unit movement We back The Machine Damn Ayy Can't forget OK Player, Roc Nation