Kevlar Tux by Conway the Machine & SONNYJIM Lyrics

Quote from the song “Kevlar Tux” by Conway the Machine & SONNYJIM

Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp shit
Machine, bitch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Kevlar Tux”

• Featuring: Roc Marciano
• Produced: SONNYJIM
• Written: Roc Marciano, Conway the Machine
• Release Date: May 21, 2018

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Kevlar Tux” Released in 2018

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[Intro: Roc Marciano + Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]

Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp shit
Machine, bitch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine + Westside Gunn]

Look—smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in (Ah-huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga—the judge done him in (Free my nigga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
Fuck it, when he come home, h e gone fucking win (He good)
Niggas gonna hate to see my nigga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You niggas get stupid, you gone lose a fucking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you fuckin' with a legend (Right)
Machine, bitch, you better fuckin ' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance, I'm Clay—shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise, niggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my nigga, you better pray—
I don't catch you (Boom! Boom!), two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you (Ha!), Machine, bitch! Ha

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Uh—midnight-blue Levante
Just threw the beam on the pump, made the shotty look kinda stocky
Let off a shot, blew a chunk of hide out your thigh-meat (Uh)
Wash you up—pro'lly tidy up your hygiene (Fast)
"Stay fly" is the ideology
Can't make these all-NikeIDs more fiery
I'm a different kind of breed, I have you lined and bodied
Had your mami behind me—soul, mind and body (Yes)
Kinda shine that I embody, I'm lookin' like
Gotti to all my colleagues, spend a dime to have you dry-cleaned (Mm!)
Had the ride-or-die gene, the Y 550
In olive-green, the Vat', Qur'an, Constantine (Whoo!)
It's a common theme—monanagy wings
Like some Robin' jeans, the chopper make you niggas bob and weave (Uh)
I believe I'm like a God to these cock-fleas
They wanna copy f the key but I got it locked, deep
Marci', uh

[Outro: Sample]