Solid Gold Guns lyrics

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, 40 leave you n*ggas slumped (Boom boom!)
pus*y, you gon' need a bigger gun (Uh)
I let off the drum and watch you n*ggas run
And scream like b*tches when the magazine spittin', hold up (Brrrr)
I'm cut from a different cloth (Cap)
I could look at you and tell that you n*ggas soft (You pus*y, n*gga)
Heh, drop a bag and get you n*ggas all (Cap)
I ain't gotta lift the finger I just made a call (Green light)
Huh, if it's an issue let it be known (What's poppin', homie?)
Shot him in the ribs broke three bones (Hold that)
Psh, Every week a hundred P's gone (Hahahaha!)
Razor slide across a n*gga cheekbones (Tsh)

[Verse 2: Banish]
Look, steppin' out up in that Onda? war in Off-White (Off-White)
Catch these f*ckers frontin' then it's on sight (Alright)
She already know it's gon' be a long night
Little stoner rub by the beach, she lovin' that long pipe (Take it)
Her man's and them had a plan they had to cancel that plot
'Fore they got caught with more shots than the 10's all got (Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo)
Like what the f*ck is this new rap business, I won't get it
These lames is bad trannies
I can tell out the gate that they b*tches (Yeah, hahahaha)
Put this muzzle on you if you keep yappin'
Don't know what happen say I'm trappin' actin' about out that action (Listen)
I got a dozen for you and I don't gotta chase far
It's whatever they want 'cause I got more gauges than a racecar
[Chorus: Banish]
Uh, so list ya fonds, and watchin' you b*tches run
I ain't done without a collection of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh
Solid gold guns (Boom boom, boom boom)
Yeah, solid gold guns
You fools is bums, already know I'm not the one
I ain't done without an arsenal of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh
Solid gold guns (Boom boom, boom boom)
Yeah, solid gold guns

[Verse 3: Supreme Cerebral]
Yo, sick 'em all while these witness stand socks (The flyest)
Do a n*gga dirtier than ham hocks (Doo doo doo doo doo)
Beam on your white tee look like the flag Japan got (Brra!)
You have-not, you ain't worth the ink all in my hand cap (Facts)
AR soundin' like a drumroll (Brrrrr!)
Fashion game got these b*tches gung-ho (Uh)
Winchester tucked, sh*t, she know a n*gga hung low (Ah)
Dumb hoe, my basement lookin' like I'm runnin' gun shows (Brah)
Shoot outs in broad day, send ya to them Pearly Gates (Uh)
Razor in my mouth like Birdywaite
The .38, will permeate, and surely take the burnin' fate of learnin' hate
And knowin' that I'm showin' faith to increase the murder rate (Brah!)

[Verse 4: Recognize Ali]
Uh, I put the toaster to a n*gga dome (Recognize)
Then tell him where the bread, or he f*ckin' gone
Flyin' daggers, Katana blades, or a toughly holmes
Got his home, tell a king that I'mma need his throne
Straight up gorilla style, my killers wild, you b*tches bow
Today I should catch a body, sh*t, it's been a while (Bloody)
I sex raw, with a French whore (Mwah)
Pink lingerie, same color, than the French war
Go to war like Saladin, make n*ggas rest up hearse (You know)
You lose a hand from pullin' out your weapon first (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Banish hit me, told me "God, I need a second verse" (Please God, please God)
With him and Conway on the track, you meet your second death
[Chorus]