[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo
Jimmy Choo denim jumpers
Timberland 2's stepped out the Benz thumping
Hitting everything standing in your circumference
100 round drum shit (Cap)
I'm D Wilder when I'm in the booth throwing punches (Hah)
Writing "Flyest nigga" on my grave
Amazing on the yard juggling razors stainless (Phew)
Soaked 'em in onion juice, this shit is split
Swan dinners, left a 200 dollar tip
My little homie said he ready to get rich
Probably drop you off of a bridge for a fucking brick (For real)
Shit
Toss your whole family, your bridges for riches to starting your ending
Addicted to fast cars, the fastest women, what ever glitter ain't gold
Potato on the .44, yo
Get to working, adios, Cavalli low
This Tommy close the body most, the Mozzy flow
This is verbal intercourse; Nas and Ghost
Fire coming out of the nozzle from every shot I throw
I got shot right after that, bodies started dropping off
Putting fuck niggas in the hospital
Sliding in Canali lows, canary Spyker Hyper Go (Skrr)
Incomparable rhymes are still phenomenal
Sly fly words to describe by
Galaxy Rookie, my kicks Sci-Fi
Why try?
Internet gangsta, you need Wi-Fi (Hahahaha)
Slide by where you reside, and do a drive-by
I apply pressure, set rules you gon' abide by
I did the impossible and did it five times (Cap)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo
It is what it is (It is what it is) (Told you fuck niggas, man, hahahaha)
Extendo hanging out the .40 (This shit-This shit infamous?, man, yeah)
You know who it is (You know who it is, nigga) (Yeah)
Been that nigga since a shorty (Cap)
You broke bitches can't afford me (Nah)
Shooting three's, Robert Horry
Yo, shooting three's, Robert Horry (Yeah, nigga, haha, yeah)
You broke bitches can't afford me
Shooting three's, Robert Horry
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