[DJ Drama]
(Conductor, we have a problem!)
Oh, Lord (C-C)
Oh, Lord
Blink twice if you in danger
Oh, nah
You niggas don't want no problems
Gangsta Grillz
Not around here
[Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Margiela's with the zipper on, blue tips and shin bones (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Million off of flip phones, Rose gold wrist on
Even in hell flames, I wouldn't even piss on
My shooter get his sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on (Woo)
Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue (Ah)
Next to the stove, the tarp's in the bathroom (Woo)
Chainsaw the body, left his arm in the sink
You might miss somethin' if you blink, let it sink
Lamborghini Jeep, kept the doors off in Costa Rica (Skrrt)
Hopped out, Canali gloves on the street sweeper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Out of sight, out of mind, that's why I stay beach hoppin'
Tell the haters "Suck a dick", I hope they keep watchin'
[Conway the Machine]
Yeah, muffler on the sub (Conductor), sound like Dougie Fresh beatboxin' (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, sellin' fent' that had the fiends detoxin' (Uh-huh)
The MAC, shotty, four pound, I got three options (I got options)
To show his casket in, connect named Sebastian (Uh-huh)
Two-hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in ('Kay)
Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? (What else?)
My homie in the supermax 'til he max out (Free my nigga)
Have my bitch countin' money 'til she passed out
So much money, hundred-dollar bills I could pass out (Hahaha)
Still got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)
Uh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ha)
A pussy nigga get me mad, I'ma lash out (Uh-huh)
We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out, Machine
[Conway the Machine]
Ayo, ayo, look
Those niggas, those is lil' niggas, man
Don't forget that, nigga (Hahaha)
Those niggas, those niggas
Them niggas is lil' niggas to us, man
Hall and Nash, bitch (Brr)
Griselda
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