Otis Driftwood Lyrics – Conway the Machine

Read the full Otis Driftwood lyrics by Conway the Machine along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Conway the Machine’s music, you can also explore The Painter and BMG, two other songs by Conway the Machine.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, look

[Chorus]
MAC dumping, hitting at the glass, that’s Duncan
Clap something, we get on your ass, whack something
Packs pumping quicker than I bag, racks coming
Ain’t that something? ain’t that something?
My dog home from behind the wall, running the yard form
Homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (Talk to ’em)
Chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (Brrt, brrt)
Country Mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze, uh

[Verse]
It’s Mr. One Punch, fronts break
Grinding like your front brakes, junkies at my front gate (Ha, boom, boom, boom)
The pack man, used to bag grams up ’til my thumbs ache (Bag up)
We laying verses down, we laying bodies down in one take (Hahaha)
I made a half a million this week
Two hundred few days before, a few hundred from the tour
Merch brought in a couple more, been eating all summer long
CRWNZ, that’s a couple more
Quarter million dollars just to puff cigars (Talk to ’em)
But coming for my crowns, I’ll put you in one (Ha)
She said, “You did your big one,” she wanna know, can her friend come?
I made some millions and then some
They said I won’t be s*it, but look
What’s in my pocket now is my teacher’s annual income (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah, woo)
I spent my free time in the dope spot (Uh-huh)
Machine before Elon made the robot (Ah)
The big boy made three thousand off his stovetop (Mm)
It take too long to find you, get your ho shot (Where that b!tch at?)
Uh, we out in traffic, we took the ‘matics (Okay)
I ain’t pushing peace, we got clips, I’m pushing malice (They can’t fu*k with me)

I crept into these n!ggas’ top fives quietly
Don’t put me in no box, it only fu*ks with my anxiety
My dog on side of me, put you in a box if you trying me (Green light)
Them other n!ggas too pretty, I keep it grimy-ly (They pu*sy)
Tissue in my nose, out in Paris, n!gga (Ha)
Pieces on me glow, eight hundred karats, n!gga (Talk to ’em)
Million-dollar phone before the lyrics, n!gga (Haha, if you know, you know)
Yeah, Machine

[Chorus]
MAC dumping, hitting at the glass, that’s Duncan (Ha)
Clap something, we get on your ass, whack something (Get on your ass, n!gga)
Packs pumping quicker than I bag, racks coming (Pump)
Ain’t that something? (ain’t that something?) ain’t that something?, yeah
My dog home from behind the wall, running the yard form (Woo)
Homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (Woo)
Chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (Chopper boys)
Country Mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze (My n!gga)

[Outro]
My heart cold now, yeah, haha
Ayo, haha, look at they face (Haha)
Ayo, when you see n!ggas, man, look at they face, haha
Uh, only I can do this, n!gga
Machine, b!tch, I get better with time
Fu*k they thought, n!gga, it’s over? Nah
You know and I dropped with all giants too, n!gga, huh
You know? All the heavy hitters
That s*it was nice
And then there was Machine
You know what I mean?
N!ggas can drop as many albums as they want
In a year, two years, ten years
It’s don’t matter
‘Cause in the end, it is me
It is he who remains (Haha)
You can’t kill God with bullets, motherfu*ker, hmm
I seen them n!ggas taking shots at me, you know what I mean?
Lil’, lil’ subtle internet shots and s*it
Let’s rap, though
Fu*k your streams, fu*k your sales, your plaques, all that
Let’s rap, n!gga
Machine, b!tch