[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Slow down, West, you killin' 'em
Same nigga used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands
Same nigga used to have dope that make 'em lean
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot...)
Respected by brick-movers and shell-busters
Nicer than everybody on the last three XXL covers
Mix the champagne with the dark (Uh)
My brain way smart, Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks (Woo)
Kel-TEC hangin' out the Corvette, shot his whole block
Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot
CDG's hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, akh
Niggas let they gun bust on my block
Started with a half, from a half to a ounce
To a big to a nine to a split in a drought, nigga (Ha, ha, hahaha)
My cooker whip that shit 'til his wrist is sore (Whip)
I'm lookin' like a brick in the KITH store
Ayo, money got me changin', I was on the block slangin'
PRP's, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin'
No ski-mask, we held shit up, you know what up
The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck, hunting shells'll rip your guts (Skrrrt)
Fuck nigga, we aim and bang toast
I snuffed ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke, nigga (Hahahaha)
The plug daughter callin' me La Máquina
Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat (Woo)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, all ya niggas talkin' like you gettin' money
But y'all niggas' all broke, yo (Hah, you niggas hurting, man)
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
I put the barrel in yo throat, yo (Talkin' 'bout you, nigga, yeah)
Fuck niggas can't tell me shit
I made a quarter off of dope, nigga (Hah, you see it, nigga)
Sneak diss and I'll send
A few shooters at ya muh'fuckin' show, nigga (Brrrr)
[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Believe that, nigga
Click, clack, boom, nigga, S.E. Gang, nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Fuck outta here, nigga
Hall & Nash, nigga, yeah
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