Wally Era lyrics

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[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, shotty with the drum, body on the gun
Everybody got a body where I'm from
n*ggas across town heard the shotty when it rung
I rock the ostrich SB's, bottom of 'em gum
Machine, b*tch, I'm from the bottom of the slum
Look, the n*gga breathe wrong so I shot him in the lung
The silencer is on the nozzle of the gun
I shot him on my Ducati hit the throttle and then vroooom
I sip the bottle 'til it's done
I played your new sh*t then I promised it was flung
Out the window of the Masi' let's be honest I'm the one
Everybody get a drum look how I body sh*t for fun
I been this dude since you was still in school
Getting ridiculed, 22 for my tennis shoes
I told Monk you n*ggas fool
I'm not impressed with you little moves
That sh*t is miniscule
While you on the internet, ranting, throwing subliminals
I'm counting blue money, your b*tch with me, she in the nude
Fronting like, "you that n*gga getting it done here"
With them bullsh*t chains I wouldn't let my son wear
It's a lot of kings but it's only one here
And that's me, actually n*gga, this sh*t is unfair
The way I body sh*t in the booth, you couldn't compare
So many straps my living room is looking like a gun fair
Conway...
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]