Land o’ Lakes lyrics

[Intro: Conway]
Yeah
Yeah, hmm
This sh*t is effortless, n*gga
Let me see what I got

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake, sh*t was Land o'Lake
Bandana on face, blammin' at ya nanna' place (Boom, boom, boom!)
Hold the K with the banana straight (Brr)
And if your life don't end, at least a limb they'll have to amputate (Hahahaha)
Uh, kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's Palsy, but b*tches still love my handsome face (What up, baby?)
Conway, this sh*t is like Deontay Wilder versus a Bantamweight (uh)
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break (Haah)
Bricks from the cartel, stamped with the naked lady (Cap)
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby (Brrrr)
You hear the classic sh*t I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy, the kid with the twisted face the new face of Shady (That's me, n*gga!)
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede (Uhuh)
sh*t was all bulletproof like Luke Cage (Hahahaha)
Yeah, b*tches tell me I'm the new wave (I'm that n*gga!)
On West McNichols, I'm eatin' New Wave (What up though?)
My Joy Road n*ggas ride with two K’s (What up though?)
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves (Uhuh)
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pus*y like Uncle Luke in his 2 Live Crew days (Haaah)
She can't suck this di*k again if she ain't swallow (Uhuh)
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles (You see 'em)
Uh, how you talkin' money when ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body, then your brain follow (Woooo)
West my brother, gotta get through me to get to him (Uhuh)
Gotta get through me before you get to Em (Machine!)
Ain't drop an album yet, already 'bout to hit a M (I'm on it, man)
It's gettin' spooky for these rappers, sh*t is gettin' grim (It's ugly)
I'm from a hood where bodyin' sh*t is a must
Now I'm up, bad b*tches like Rihanna what I lust (talk to 'em)
Uh, you better off payin' homage, you know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, prepare for the massacre, KILL the driver and KILL the passenger, uh
No prisoners this year, somebody call the medical examiner (Huh)
Complicate your cardiovascular, it's the ambassador (Huh)
Of sledgehammerin' n*ggas 'fore I throw 'em over the banister (Huh)
And stuffin' every body part up inside of a small canister (Hoo)
Instead of Jeru, they call me (I HATE YOU!) the Damaja (Hoo)
And while we here, look, lil' homie, handle ya business, bruh
(I'M NOT YA f*ckIN' FRIEND!) we can be cool after I'm finished, bruh (Hah)
Completely different sides of the spectrum, see what the distance does
Separate the dealers from the fiends, go 'head and sniff the drugs (Hoo)
Two types of different human beings bleedin' different bloods
Ignite the sickest bud
Leave 'em layin' right where the witness was
Way the Gods'll f*ck sh*t up, n*ggas callin' me religious thug (HA!)
How I broke sh*t up, n*ggas'll spaz the way the b*tches bug
And then the witness runs back for cover and they compliments it
Then they compliments me because I let 'em live to (DOc*mENT IT!)
Uh huh, yeah (THE TOPIC IS TOO TOXIC)
I'm lockin' it down with the Boom Bap, it's so hard for me to stop it (Huh)
(HA!) n*gga, change b*tch (HA!), I change (HA!) the game quick (HA! HA!)
Y'all say the same sh*t (HA!)
Y'all look like the same flick, same prick (Boo)
How you gettin' bread when ya pitchin' on the same strip? Strange clique (HA!)
No need to frown, y'all go down on the same chick (HA!), brain sick (Hoo)
It keeps callin' my name that type hunger I undergo
Bus-a-Bus up in this b*tch, got beat soundin' like herd of BUFFALO