Ajax

[Part 1]

[Intro: Sample]

"Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you"

"Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you"

[Chorus: Westside Gunn + sample + Conway the Machine]

I had the rib cop the lay on the SK to spray off (B'rrrrrrt!)

The baby in the crib crying, they gon' have to scrape off

The brains off the toy box (baby!)—where the safe at?

My shooters sniffin' coke mixed with Ajax

("Yo, man—") Been a fly nigga since way back

Margiela's came with the snake straps

Bricks in the '98 grey Ac'

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

Fuck-niggas, we don't play that ("Click, clack, boom, nigga")

My shooters sniffin' coke mixed with Ajax (Boom!)

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine + sample]

Frontin' like you know me from way back (I don't know these niggas, man)

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that (We don't play, nigga)

Knock a limb off when the gauge clap

I told him twice to show me where the safe at (Huh!)

I'm the modern-day Malcolm

Catch you at the light and give it to you bad, like Rico did Calvin (Hahahaha! Toot toot toot toot toot...)

Hah, Mike Willy the eleven-fifty

Where I'm from they'll knock a nigga off for seven fifty (Cap)

("Yo, man—") Niggas probably get shot for less

Shots firin' out the nozzle of the TEC's, from that model S (Cap)

Niggas just make a lotta threats, I hear a lotta, "I'm the best"

Then I hear their records, and I'm not impressed

Prada sweats, I was fresh

They was hollow, and I was next

Way before I got shot in my neck (Woo)

Even after, I start another chapter

It's our trap, jump like Vince Carter for the Raptors

I started as a trapper (Uh)

I ain't no fuckin' artist or a rapper

Feds kicked the homie door, found it all

Even found the garbage full of wrappers (Cap)

Took his time on the chin, though

Send my jit to your session with the extendo (Brrr)

Pussy nigga, you can get it how you want ("How you want it, nigga?")

I make a G-call, I'll have you slumped

[Chorus: Westside Gunn + sample]

Ayo, I had the rib cop the lay on the SK to spray off (B'rrrrrt!)

The baby in the crib crying (baby!), they gon' have to scrape off

The brains off the toy box—where the safe at?

My shooters sniffin' coke mixed with Ajax

Been a fly nigga since way back

Margiela's came with the snake straps

Bricks in the '98 grey Ac'

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

My shooters sniffin' coke mixed with Ajax (Boom!)

Fuck-nigga, we don't play that

[Bridge: Samples + Westside Gunn]

"And now, ladies and gentleman—"

"Mmmmmm, mm, mm"

Ayo, ayo, ayo (Baby!)

"Mmmmmm, mm, mm"

FLYGOD

Ayo (Baby!)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Dopeman, dopeman; gimme a hit

Duffel bag full of bricks, break 'em down at the Ritz

Shot 'em on the basketball court and never left the bench (Boom!)

The nigga brains blew over the fence (Baby!)

Grapefruit, A-9, you know the big shit (Skrrr)

Your favorite rapper wish my shit was his shit

Extendos, action necessary

You ever seen a hundred bricks? Shit's scary

Auntie still got the same stove since '94

Plug an Italian nigga, he only rock Velours

Plug an Italian nigga, he only rock Velours

Make sure he got every penny

I keep four big niggas who did ten with me—Lord, forgive me

I'm the greatest and I know it

To y'all ladies, I'm a poet

Mix the Henny with the Moët

If you gotta second chance, don't blow it

Plug an Italian nigga, he only rock Velours