Brains on the Basquiat

[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