Halal lyrics

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
n*ggas knew when they first heard me rap they had a problem
Better be happy I'm rappin' and I ain't back to robbin' (For real, n*gga)
Dior Homme jacket, it match the 'posites (Cap)
My lil' savage run in his trap for the packs of profits (Where it's at?)
Kite from the homie said he can't wait to get back to mobbin'
Jumping out of n*ggas' trashes with the ratchets poppin' (Brrt)
I’m from the city n*ggas had no options
Now I got classics droppin'
Laughin', burnin' wax with Action Bronson (Hahahaha)
They heard my last sh*t, now they have to watch it
They wanna drag me, I’m like Jordan but showin' flashes of Magic Johnson (You see it)
Woo, I'm 'bout that action, I promise (Ah)
Try us, it’s gon’ be slow singin' and caskets droppin'
Shell catchers on the M16, I had to pop it
And the results of it was catastrophic (Cap)
Uh, my b*tch is bad, from the tropics
I'm 'bout to get the bag, n*gga, watch this; hold up
Stay strapped with the four-five
Might buy a brick and go and bag it in Seoul High (Cap)
Might have my lil' n*gga stab you in both eyes
Might have him give you buck-fifties on both sides
It's the Machine, b*tch

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Kick in the door, shoot your stepkids in the wig (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Beater chew house, he sniffed a big
Donatella jean suits in the seventh grade
Ports like Larry Johnson fade
We twelve baggin' big gates
911 in the pager, who the f*ck is this? (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
All I heard was screamin', "Bacon got hit"
I woke up sweatin', stressin'; I miss my uncle (I miss my uncle)
My sh*t like Illmatic part two
Bullet wound n*ggas with bodies on the Heckler
I’m on my tenth gold bottle, you sippin' nectar
Hid the K in the halal cart, two for ten
n*ggas stealing soda out of Pathmark
Kissed Pootie on the forehead, "I'ma see you next week, baby"
She only three with a new Mercedes (Skrr)
Selling crazy work, I’m like Chambers in their prime
You better than who? You out your f*ckin' mind