StoveTops

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[Intro]

Now this is a town very thirsty for cocaine, here comes Griselda

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Yeah

Hah

Uh

Smokin' rats, nigga

(Griselda)

Look, I got it off the curb, where the hard serve (Uh-huh)

Niggas'll kick your granny door in for a raw bird (Where it's at, granny?)

Few shots make yo' car swerve

Backseat, shooter loading up the Mossberg, playing Marcberg

He sixteen know how to work with it

Catch him on his block, circle it

Roll down that back window, make sure you murder shit (Don't miss, nigga)

This for them niggas that don't show up to they court date

And sniff raw flake (uh-huh)

And tuck the .40 in the North Face (Woo)

That'd put a bullet in your face (Cap)

And off all base stacking up Forbes cake (Uh)

The Panamera Porsche race up thirty three made the law chase

Leave "V" live, I'm pulling off Wraith

Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face

I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace, I'm what you call great (I'm here, nigga)

Little nigga, stay in your place, I ain't a industry nigga

I gun butt you till your jaw break

Sixteen in the clip and, one in the head

I had a few enemies and everyone of them bled

Nigga tried to run, MAC hit his stomach and legs (BRRT)

My jit stood over him, dropped another one in his head

Fuck these rap niggas, Machine 'bout to come for they head (I'm coming!)

Might clap one of these niggas in they colorful dreads (Hahahaha!)

I swear, I ain't impressed with nothing you said (Hah)

Gun on the feds (Cap)

Dump the fifty shot drum and I fled (BRRRRT)

Machine, bitch

[Verse 2]

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]

Ayo

They say, they say, I bring that feeling back

Steam from the pots made the ceiling black

Whipped so much, they thought I had four arms

Cherry Tesla truck, with the doors gone (Skrrr)

Masta Fendi on the duffle

Soon as I unzip, you in trouble (Brrrrt)

Paid the plug, lit all Topmesh

Six in his stomach, made his gut sick (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!)

Public school parker with the Winchester

Been nice, I've been fresher

Been next up, Ricardo's covering the shit

Don't think about it, cuz' if it make a dollar I want in

Range Rover Evoque, trigger finger itching

Looking for them niggas with, Skyzoo vision, Vivienne Westwood trenches

Niggas make a million off of bitches

Princess cut slugs? I be, smiling on these bitches (Tching!)

Chopped the head the rest to follow

That Cuban link ain't a ki, that shit hollow

Rocking niggas to sleep like "I see you tomorrow"

Stick your two fingers in every [?]

[Outro]

Can you, can you remember your first-your first drug deal?

My first drug deal, like my first transaction? (Mmh mmh) Uuuhh, no, I can't. It was a long time ago, but not on TV, I'll tell you later!

Hahahahaha...