[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
Ayo, he was tied up, knack to the back of his head (Agh!)
I thought I heard you start, hit the [?], shot up the strad (Brrrttt!)
See the patches on the capital, it was attacking my legs
My nigga wearing 2G, shots trapped in the feds If I got the coupe, then I got the four seater
Wrists offshore, I got awards from the geekers (Agh!)
Time brown mixed with time fold on the bleachers (Agh!)
Whoever threw up after a headshot was the weakest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shit out of sight, you're too deaf, you can't reach us (Agh!)
They ain't Ron Foster, Berg, I love you to pieces I'm a 20K LV kid, super trench, nigga
Godlike, I can shit gold, I can piss glitter
I know a nigga with the tribe, one P, two bodies (Agh!)
I know a fiend that hit the pipe and did the worm like Scotty
Too hot, he belt-stabbed down in a Bugatti (Skrrrt!)
I put a bib on it, baby, tat cuz it's too sloppy (Br- Brrrtt!)
Just stole another hockey jersey, not playin' hockey
You on the beat, still got jet lag (Agh!)
Louis V, speed it, we can have a chess match
Put up Scorpion rims on a S-Class
[?] (Ah)
Nigga thought he was on SpaceX, then he fell out (Haha)
I'm hanging up the brake pad
[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Quart of a million in a Louis bag, bitch
I'm back
Everything these broke niggas wish they was, bitch, I'm that
When it's repressed, mismatched
Some of it come back
When we up, winners in Jamaica, summers with the stress
I've seen it all from the penthouse
I've seen it from the trap
I've seen the judge get that boy for a hundred months and then [?]. His mama like that, nothing
She must didn't do the math
She must don't know when the feds go
Keeps [?]
They make it busy
And Billy with all cash
I just got them cooking glass
I just climbed about the smoke
I just resurrected a half
Prada Loaf is with the tassels
Steven Jackson with the half spin
Nigga still talking back then
Back when you used to be Penny Hardaway, now you're just a has-been
Burn a kilo of rappers, wipe the counters in the cabinets
Gold bottle [?], bitch basking it
Whole lot of keys, whole lot of Gs on my jean jacket
Disrespect me in your sleep, wake up seeing caskets
[Refrain: A$AP Rocky & Westside Gunn]
Uh, uh, uh
I got fire [?] boy. (Brrrrttt!)
I got time [?] boy. (Agh!)
And it's time on my side boy. (Agh!)
This time, yeah, I'm [?] mama clock, boy. (Brrrrttt!)
Right, down, never droppin down, boy
Through the town, yeah. (Brrrrttt!)
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Web trend, it has been it when a mess finish
From the lane of dead presidents and dead [?]
Playing with my dead presidents
You dead, nigga. (For real)
Claiming being real, nigga, till the feds get us
Yeah, there's one more time for the live niggas in my section
One more time for the hot bitches in my section
Block spinning, clock spinning, still my head spinning
Where the thought I saw a thoughty how my bed spinnit
I put on John Lennon when I lay on bed lennon
I don't want to leave your white lennon, red lennon
All my best friends, a pocket full of dead niggas. (Ugh)
[Refrain 2: A$AP Rocky, Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher]
The money, the money, pay the bill
[?] (Skrrrt!)
The money, the money, the money, the money, the money, the bill, the money. (The Butcher is coming, nigga)
[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]
The highlight reel, to get a twilight feel
Who don't pin no verses?
I write wheels for rappers I might kill
I'm in the spotlight chill, my tight real
I'm I ran strips. I was lit. I was rich before I signed my deal
A hundred bands to get your plan in motion
Nine hundred more
We playing in Voka, fishing bricks out the Atlantic Ocean
Just watch your 10, whoever stand the closest
I'm the butcher, I'm sacrificed in a man that you stand the gold is
The plane landing the R, her body snack
And she don't know how nothing got in that bag if somebody asked. You know this game?
You got to shuffle through friends, trying to find the traps
They taking prints off the truck in the bin's trying to find a match
Opps that deserve a casket
Block's going to get turned to ashes
They probably feel the same, so this block in a certain mattress. O. G. He has shots and cry like you heard a classic
You love it shit. You know the whole hood hot when a murder happened
Inspired this whole shit
We did. You ain't give back till you buy out your whole strip and hire some old licks
Me, I really so wait, but wait
When I tour Canada, I'm really making Auntie and Unk my tour manager. Basf, nigga
