Chyna

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[Conway]

Look

Smack your favorite rapper's teeth down his fucking throat

Gun big enough to sink a fucking boat

Wash the lobster down with a cup of pain

Ice on my wrist like it was fucking sprained

[Westside Gunn]

Just copped the Rollie with all ones

Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns

Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns

[Conway]

Play the corner 350s is pirate black

Young-in like to fire his strap

I admire that

[Westside Gunn]

Fire MACs

Frying panda cracks

Stone River jumpsuits, Supreme Air Max

Throwing head cracks

[Conway]

Throwing lead, blow his dreads back

Gave my lil' shooter the go ahead

Go ahead, push homie head back

Don't compare stats

You won't never find another flow and pair that

Flow is near crack

As ours

At all

[Westside Gunn]

Its 6 in the morning and still whippin'

First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him

First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him

We hid the burners in the kitchen

800 worth of commissary for extensions

Leave your front missing

[Conway]

Killa Tome? like Mad Max he just want victims

Banana clip stick out the side of the sticks

My jit will slide on you quick

I let him fire the blick

[Westside Gunn]

I was only 16 going half on the stick

Then I turned 19 went half on a brick

I had a 40 in the 40-below you're just a fix

Ask around I'm the shit