Sky Joint

[Intro: Skyzoo]

Yeah

Know the repertoire

Griselda and that FGR

Ha!

I mean

With three of us, it's like, you know... Reasonable Doubt meets Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Meets Supreme Clientele

It's over there wit it like

Huh!

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]

Forty five degrees outside in butter leathers

I can't fuck her if her thighs don't rub together

I can't be in nothing that's less than a bayonet

I mean, I'm from where your regrets is a clear pitch

Between you and your desires and shooters is for hire

Either that or the wizardry move 'em like Hezekiah

All hail a benevolent beast from the park rails

With the charm to turn over his ex like cartwheels

And we idolized hundred thousandaires in sports cars

Swimming pool full of liquor baby, Hennessy all stars

And now I'm bottle for bottle and hopping out of Rovers

And draped in Nike Tech sweats the way I'm supposed to

The low top Kobe 10's feel like they was loafers

You mistook the Nike Tech print and made a poster

God bless, it went from sharpie painting the projects

To spending Labor Day with the Blige's

And that's not a punch line...

[Hook: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, the Lex Coupes, the Beemers and the Benz

Glock'll will shoot a nigga in the ribs

Sent Ike back for another ten

Keep ya head up

To the hood, Eastside, Westside and that shit

Griselda, nigga, you can suck a dick (Griselda..)

The only thing I'm thinking 'bout is getting rich

The work fish, nigga

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

I maneuver through the sewer, the Ruger in the dash

I ain't a computer nigga, I will shoot a nigga fast

Do a nigga bad, made a move to get the bag

I finessed, pulled up on West and threw my nigga half

I'm tryna be Jewish with the cash

I moved a lil glass, took a bird and threw it in the bath, boy

Lately I've been feeling like Ewing in the draft

You ain't a threat, you just another stupid nigga mad, boy

I'll have niggas run up on your spot today

Glock to the face of your queen, make her unlock the safe

I got shot but I do not stop, how could I not be great?

Recorded with the shell in my throat and still dropped my tape

Niggas ain't never did nothing but got a lot to say

I'm red bottom shoppin' rocking my aqua 8's

Me and my niggas on top to stay

I came out the gate, fifty shots to spray

That's how we operate, nigga!

[Hook: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, the Lex Coupes, the Beemers and the Benz

Black will shoot a nigga in the ribs

Sent Ike back for another ten

Keep ya head up

To the hood, Eastside, Westside and that shit

Griselda, nigga, you can suck a dick (Griselda..)

The only thing I'm thinking 'bout is getting rich

The work fish nigga