Red Pesto

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]

It's that "Chew, you fly" shit

Queens to Buffalo and back

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]

Stick to myself because I trust me

Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?

I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'

No days off, I'm gettin' money on the weekend (On the weekend)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Y'all always broke like the Coliseum escalator

We've been official, ain't no issue, just refresh the data

Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth

Never remix work and speak officially in the booth (In the booth)

Precise projection, pistol pointed at your tooth

Shoot the cameras first, then take that shit to trial, we gettin' loot

I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety

Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy

I wrote this with forty on my wrist and a .40 on my hip

I ain't never put a .40 to my lips (.40 to my lips)

Anchor medallion, rockin' kilos on our necks

Far from basic when we flex, rest in peace my niggas ex

We play dice games for gold maple leaves

Watchin' strippers scrape the floor, like they rakin' leaves

Take a freeze and a bump, tell me I'm the truth

My face is more handsome than it was in my youth

Black Benjamin Button be stuntin' and somethin' bouncin'

In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on South, it Lauren AKA Laurenavici, uh

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren & Conway the Machine]

Stick to myself because I trust me

Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?

I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'

No days off from gettin' money on the weekend

Stick to myself because I trust me (Yeah)

Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? (Yeah)

I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' (Uh)

No days off from gettin' money on the weekend (Uh, look)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Went from movin' pounds of OG to havin' yayo bricks

Connect hit my jack and say, "The package on the way and shipped"

Make a bitch bag your box of razors and a plate of fish

I'm standin' at the stove, woah, Texas tornado wrist (Guess what?)

Niggas prayin', I stay broke, well, look, they can quit (Haha)

The way I been gettin' bags lately, ain't makin' sense (I'm eatin', nigga)

When they see my next move, that's just gon' make 'em sick ('Kay)

All in their facials, my Draco' hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

They hatin' when I'm gettin' fly so I'ma drip harder (Ha)

These is VS's, so my pieces hit harder (Bling)

This street shit, I'm still a big part of

I know my nigga in his forties, still shootin' like he Vince Carter (Hahaha)

Yeah, I used to break keys down (Uh-huh)

Now I'm gettin' rap money, bust the AP down

Any nigga that ever violated, can't be found

The flow like Jigga mixed with André three-thou

It's May Street, baow