Thousand Shot Mac

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]

Yeah, uh-huh

Yo, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Flossin' up at Harry Rosen

I stacked fifty last week, I'm 'bout to spend a portion

Never divorcin' with this life so I'ma die in gold

I abide the code

Meanwhile, your cats divide, fold, told and got paroled

I ain't callin' you out, just cross the street where you see me

Change the channel 'fore I smack you through the TV

From half a gram to a hand-to-hand for a half a gram

Now it's trenchcoats imported from Japan and Amsterdam

I have to plan to keep it goin', life is like an escalator

You're counterfeit and I'm the marker used to test the paper

We both in the buildin', I'm on a higher floor

The bitches that y'all niggas wife, I use to test the raw

Analyze my resume before you test the water

Don't make me have to fly in shooters from across the border

Eatin' celery root and pear bisque with some rare fish

Uh, I no longer have to risk it

Chillin' in the bodega like I'm a mystic

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, you ain't never met a nigga like me in your life (Ah)

C-Os popped the lock, I'm on the yard with the knife (Ah)

Money on ya head, what's the price? What's the price?

Cooked the whole brick, kitchen ain't had no light (Ah)

We up at 1-OAK, with the pipe on (Pipe on)

The Tom Ford bomber, it was python (It was python)

My Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord

Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)

I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board

Bakin' soda, what the fuck for? The rice with the duck sauce

Gut shots'll drop his lunch off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

He ain't dead yet? Had to blow his head the fuck off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I'm in the mess hall Thursday eatin' chicken with the drug lords

Wholesale, oh well

I know they fresh off, I just seen the boat sail, Bulgari coattail (Ah)

My first gone three weeks with no shells

Been shootin' ever since, you know me well, you know me well (Brr, brr)

[Verse 3: Hologram]

I had a brown-skin girl, same color as my Dutch (Uh-huh)

She said, "Holie, go drag your nuts" (Drag your nuts)

She queef melodically, in Greek mythology

Nike is the goddess of victory and that lit to me (We lit)

The weed has a litany, the side effects, they get to me

That shit ain't shit to me (That shit ain't shit)

I get higher than a war drone in a war zone

I should win awards, bro, and go on tour, ho (Woo)

My niggas on the west side got they guns

And Mey came through with a box of ones

That's a day trip to Vegas, we stay lit, hit wages

The day is outrageous, I'm pullin' twelve gauges

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]

Niggas in yo' bushes, they waitin' to let the K smoke

The shooter had to sniff a fifty just so he could stay woke (Sniff)

You niggas ain't got no ambition, so y'all gon' stay broke

Why you think I'm in this trap kitchen tryna weigh coke? (Whip it up)

Shit, it's either that or I slip the teller a bank note

My dog just came home, he on parole, so he can't smoke

Like Bishop in Juice, three fifty-seven by the ankle

Nigga get outta pocket, I'm sendin' God back a angel (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I used to get the boy from the Spanish nigga, Pedro (Hah)

I'm self-made, I ain't need to sign to a record label (Hahahaha)

Yeah, out on Rodeo pushin' Scaglietti

Geiger double-O twos, wear your gloves when you baggin' fetti (Hah)

Who's the better rapper? I haven't met him

Have my little savage wet him (Brr)

I hope your mama got a casket ready (Boom, boom, boom)