Solid Gold Guns

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Uh, 40 leave you niggas slumped (Boom boom!)

Pussy, you gon' need a bigger gun (Uh)

I let off the drum and watch you niggas run

And scream like bitches when the magazine spittin', hold up (Brrrr)

I'm cut from a different cloth (Cap)

I could look at you and tell that you niggas soft (You pussy, nigga)

Heh, drop a bag and get you niggas all (Cap)

I ain't gotta lift the finger I just made a call (Green light)

Huh, if it's an issue let it be known (What's poppin', homie?)

Shot him in the ribs broke three bones (Hold that)

Psh, Every week a hundred P's gone (Hahahaha!)

Razor slide across a nigga cheekbones (Tsh)

[Verse 2: Banish]

Look, steppin' out up in that Onda? war in Off-White (Off-White)

Catch these fuckers frontin' then it's on sight (Alright)

She already know it's gon' be a long night

Little stoner rub by the beach, she lovin' that long pipe (Take it)

Her man's and them had a plan they had to cancel that plot

'Fore they got caught with more shots than the 10's all got (Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo)

Like what the fuck is this new rap business, I won't get it

These lames is bad trannies

I can tell out the gate that they bitches (Yeah, hahahaha)

Put this muzzle on you if you keep yappin'

Don't know what happen say I'm trappin' actin' about out that action (Listen)

I got a dozen for you and I don't gotta chase far

It's whatever they want 'cause I got more gauges than a racecar

[Chorus: Banish]

Uh, so list ya fonds, and watchin' you bitches run

I ain't done without a collection of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh

Solid gold guns (Boom boom, boom boom)

Yeah, solid gold guns

You fools is bums, already know I'm not the one

I ain't done without an arsenal of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh

Solid gold guns (Boom boom, boom boom)

Yeah, solid gold guns

[Verse 3: Supreme Cerebral]

Yo, sick 'em all while these witness stand socks (The flyest)

Do a nigga dirtier than ham hocks (Doo doo doo doo doo)

Beam on your white tee look like the flag Japan got (Brra!)

You have-not, you ain't worth the ink all in my hand cap (Facts)

AR soundin' like a drumroll (Brrrrr!)

Fashion game got these bitches gung-ho (Uh)

Winchester tucked, shit, she know a nigga hung low (Ah)

Dumb hoe, my basement lookin' like I'm runnin' gun shows (Brah)

Shoot outs in broad day, send ya to them Pearly Gates (Uh)

Razor in my mouth like Birdywaite

The .38, will permeate, and surely take the burnin' fate of learnin' hate

And knowin' that I'm showin' faith to increase the murder rate (Brah!)

[Verse 4: Recognize Ali]

Uh, I put the toaster to a nigga dome (Recognize)

Then tell him where the bread, or he fuckin' gone

Flyin' daggers, Katana blades, or a toughly holmes

Got his home, tell a king that I'mma need his throne

Straight up gorilla style, my killers wild, you bitches bow

Today I should catch a body, shit, it's been a while (Bloody)

I sex raw, with a French whore (Mwah)

Pink lingerie, same color, than the French war

Go to war like Saladin, make niggas rest up hearse (You know)

You lose a hand from pullin' out your weapon first (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)

Banish hit me, told me "God, I need a second verse" (Please God, please God)

With him and Conway on the track, you meet your second death

[Chorus]