"Neph Lord" lyrics
(feat. Flee Lord)
[Conway the Machine:]
Yeah
Smell the 50, nigga
Uh, uh
Machine with the screws loose (Talk to 'em!)
Machine with the thing, let the goons loose (Huh)
Play if you want, neph lord gon' boom you (Pop pop pop pop)
Neph lord gon' boom you (Yeah)
Plotting all my jewels and your mama gon' lose you
I'm sure she don't wanna pay for a funeral (Hahahaha!)
Reach for a chain and neph lord gon' boom you (Gon' boom you)
Neph lord gon'
Uh, my mind scientific (Hah)
Scientists find hieroglyphics 2000 years after my existence (Facts, talk to these niggas!)
The laser eye fire from distance (Huh)
Probably killed more niggas than diabetes and high retention (Ahh!)
It's not a game, the Louis V wallet chain probably cost more than you fuck niggas got to your name (Hahahaha)
Drop the top in the rain
Rocking some shades I got from [?]
Blow, bro getting boxes of yay-yo
Hit you from block away with choppers that spray, woah (Brrrrrt!)
[?] ocho, it got the potato
I drop the peso, got you rocking a halo (Pop pop pop pop pop)
I got the kay so they'll drop you today for
Plug ain't gotta front me, tell papi it's paid for (I got it!)
I ran it up, and I know, to watch it, it's painful
I weather the storm, Louis V raincoat (Uh huh)
We the new slaves, I'm on my high horse, I'm Django (Woo!)
The desert eagle barrel shaped triangle
They try angles 'cause they don't wanna tangle
The chain glow, push the Aston Martin, colour, mango
The 42 Don July to soothe me (Talk to 'em!)
These niggas music don't move me (Don't move me)
Black tape on the handle of the uzi (Of the uzi)
Put a fuck nigga in the blender like we make a smoothie (Yeah, woooo!)
Machine with the screws loose (Uh huh)
Machine with the thing, let the goons loose (Yeah)
Play if you want, neph lord gon' boom you (Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop)
Neph lord gon' boom you (Woooo!)
Plotting all my jewels and your mama gon' lose you (She gon' lose you)
I'm sure she don't wanna pay for a funeral (Uh)
Reach for a chain and neph lord gon' boom you (Reach for my chain then)
Neph lord gon', yeah
[Flee Lord:]
Push you for a chain, knock the pieces off your brain (Boom boom!)
Your features all'll change, have a preacher on his dane
Rap mother, crack mother, treated all the same
I was eating off the 'caine, now I'm sleeping on a plane
Buck 50, and I bought a [?] with me, Doug Christie
Hug Nipsey, tell Pete I'm out here making mob history (Pete, we up)
Load the chopper up in H Benz, at the rest stop
I remember selling junk like [?] (Okay)
First bar hit, it'll make your fucking head block (Boom boom!)
Now we doing shopping while the snitches and the feds watch
Take it out the pot, and let it fan cool (Fan cool)
Terrified of 50, now that's a [?]
Cut them fakers off, now you making mad moves
Professional with the cheffing, like he went to grams school (Wit)
Neph lord, knock you off your chess board
Pull up in the Rev 4, let the mini tec talk, ah (Brrrt!)
Yeah
Smell the 50, nigga
Uh, uh
Machine with the screws loose (Talk to 'em!)
Machine with the thing, let the goons loose (Huh)
Play if you want, neph lord gon' boom you (Pop pop pop pop)
Neph lord gon' boom you (Yeah)
Plotting all my jewels and your mama gon' lose you
I'm sure she don't wanna pay for a funeral (Hahahaha!)
Reach for a chain and neph lord gon' boom you (Gon' boom you)
Neph lord gon'
Uh, my mind scientific (Hah)
Scientists find hieroglyphics 2000 years after my existence (Facts, talk to these niggas!)
The laser eye fire from distance (Huh)
Probably killed more niggas than diabetes and high retention (Ahh!)
It's not a game, the Louis V wallet chain probably cost more than you fuck niggas got to your name (Hahahaha)
Drop the top in the rain
Rocking some shades I got from [?]
Blow, bro getting boxes of yay-yo
Hit you from block away with choppers that spray, woah (Brrrrrt!)
[?] ocho, it got the potato
I drop the peso, got you rocking a halo (Pop pop pop pop pop)
I got the kay so they'll drop you today for
Plug ain't gotta front me, tell papi it's paid for (I got it!)
I ran it up, and I know, to watch it, it's painful
I weather the storm, Louis V raincoat (Uh huh)
We the new slaves, I'm on my high horse, I'm Django (Woo!)
The desert eagle barrel shaped triangle
They try angles 'cause they don't wanna tangle
The chain glow, push the Aston Martin, colour, mango
The 42 Don July to soothe me (Talk to 'em!)
These niggas music don't move me (Don't move me)
Black tape on the handle of the uzi (Of the uzi)
Put a fuck nigga in the blender like we make a smoothie (Yeah, woooo!)
Machine with the screws loose (Uh huh)
Machine with the thing, let the goons loose (Yeah)
Play if you want, neph lord gon' boom you (Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop)
Neph lord gon' boom you (Woooo!)
Plotting all my jewels and your mama gon' lose you (She gon' lose you)
I'm sure she don't wanna pay for a funeral (Uh)
Reach for a chain and neph lord gon' boom you (Reach for my chain then)
Neph lord gon', yeah
[Flee Lord:]
Push you for a chain, knock the pieces off your brain (Boom boom!)
Your features all'll change, have a preacher on his dane
Rap mother, crack mother, treated all the same
I was eating off the 'caine, now I'm sleeping on a plane
Buck 50, and I bought a [?] with me, Doug Christie
Hug Nipsey, tell Pete I'm out here making mob history (Pete, we up)
Load the chopper up in H Benz, at the rest stop
I remember selling junk like [?] (Okay)
First bar hit, it'll make your fucking head block (Boom boom!)
Now we doing shopping while the snitches and the feds watch
Take it out the pot, and let it fan cool (Fan cool)
Terrified of 50, now that's a [?]
Cut them fakers off, now you making mad moves
Professional with the cheffing, like he went to grams school (Wit)
Neph lord, knock you off your chess board
Pull up in the Rev 4, let the mini tec talk, ah (Brrrt!)
