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[Conway the Machine]
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By Fashion Rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga

You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain´t fuckin´ with these niggas, nigga
Yeah

[Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Two bodies on the broken 40 (Uh-huh), tuh
Your favorite rappers is broke and 40 (Hah)
Ain´t gotta lift a fuckin´ finger, Tony smoke ´em for me (Tony-Tone)
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest stories (We got the stories, yeah, look)
I went from playin´ with ninas and click-clackin´ them llamas (Llamas)
To walkin´ out of Neiman´s, mix-matchin´ designer (Uh)
I whip crack, I brought a brick back to my mama´s (Yeah)
On a crash course, I wore a chin strap in the Honda (Skrrt)

Push your shit back, got a big MAC, I´ma be honest (Brrr)
I go hard in the paint, big facts, I´ma be honest (Be honest)
Let my chips stack, gettin´ big racks, I´m seein´ commas
We on islands, I bring a bitch back, might be Rihanna (Ah, hahahaha)
I´m really with that, my clique packed full of piranhas (Yeah)
My shit clap, you´ll get flipped back into the August (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Left with money and dope like this pack was consignment
I tripled up my flip from pimp-slappin´ the product (Look)
Used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket
Now my neck lookin´ like some frozen water in the bucket (You see me, bitch)

Bitch on a plane with a forty pound order in her luggage
Machine, the illest to ever record it, motherfucker (Machine, bitch)
Don´t get extorted, motherfucker
Diamonds flawless, motherfucker (The Butcher comin´)
Diamond chains attract bitches, that´s why I bought this motherfucker
Continental Spur, I can barely park the motherfucker (Hahaha)
Got an app on my phone, that´s how I start the motherfucker (Uh)
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker (Brrr)
I be swingin´ through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker (Yeah, nigga)
A lot of niggas rap, but they don´t come as thorough (Uh-huh)

We the hardest niggas out and we ain´t from a borough (Yo, East Side)
I´m from the town where they carry thirties and marry birdies
And all the young niggas gettin´ buried early
I went to war, held that cannon firmly
I got that tight wrist and a white bitch you only compare to Fergie
She half Dominican, her hair was curly (Hah)
And she very curvy, my number retired, you can´t wear my jersey (Hahahaha)
And that blicky that I carry dirty
Free Ab, free Mula, my Philly niggas is very sturdy (Free the ahks)
And the bitches see me dressin´ flyer
I got a check, so I can get what I desire
I be the pressure applier (Ha)
Border patrol, checkin´ all the tires

Sold bricks and bust your gun (Ha)
Then I was definitely inspired, look

[BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Most of my niggas gettin´ rich (Gettin´ rich)
The rest of my niggas, they´ll smoke you (Brrr)
My lil´ homie put me on the lick (On the lick)
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (Ha, what you need?)
One time for my niggas totin´ sticks (Totin´ sticks, ah)
You won´t know it´s lit ´til we approach you (What´s poppin´? Uh)
Circle ´round your block to do a hit (Do a hit)
Four hammers deep, ridin´ in the old school (Let´s go)

[Westside Gunn]

Brrr
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
It´s the fuckin´ king of New York, nigga
(Fuckin´ king of New York, nigga)
I don´t even gotta rap (Ah)
Fuck y´all niggas
I´m gettin´ too much money, I´m Hollywood now, nigga
(Give a fuck about none of y´all niggas)
La-la-la-la-la-la
Flygod, nigga
I don´t even know what the fuck water taste like anymore, it´s all champagne (Ah)

Shout out to Sarah (Ah), la
Y´all niggas pussy
You ever ate Ruth´s Chris and House in the same day, nigga?
La-la-la-la-la-la
I got the Lamborghini two-door and four-door, nigga (Skrrt, la)
Praise both
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
And I´m tellin´ y´all niggas this for the next two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nigga, thirteen years, nigga (Ah)
2050, nigga, y´all niggas still can´t fuck with me
(Can´t fuck with me, nigga)
This shit forever, nigga
(The Almighty)
Rest in peace Machine Gun Black

(SE Gang)

[BENNY THE BUTCHER & Westside Gunn]
Ayy, look, most of my niggas gettin´ rich (Gettin´ rich)
The rest of my niggas, they´ll smoke you (Brrr)
My lil´ homie put me on the lick (On the lick)
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (Ha, what you need?)
One time for my niggas totin´ sticks (Totin´ sticks, ah)
You won´t know it´s lit ´til we approach you (What´s poppin´? Uh)
Circle ´round your block to do a hit (Do a hit)
Four hammers deep, ridin´ in the old school (Let´s go, la-la-la-la-la-la, la)