Nitro lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher]
'17 S550 seats and it was navy sh*t
American gangster like preacher in the 80's
Deliver pie to your door like a pizza, if you pay me (Huh?)
Maniac rap, these n*ggas is crazy, hold up
Ayo, these n*ggas is brazy, hold up
Don't make a move, don't make a sound, n*gga
At your kids' daycare with the pound, n*gga (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Don't make a peep, n*gga
At your nana' nursin' home with the street sweeper (Brr)
Hall & Nash, we elite, n*gga (Talk to 'em)
God bless all the street n*ggas (Uh-huh)
Told the youngin when you buck fifty 'em, take a piece with ya (Hahahaha)
These a thousand dollars each sneaker
The rich, righteous teacher
f*cked your b*tch for some Rihanna creepers
These f*ck n*ggas can't keep up
Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up
Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up
Watch yo' homies, them n*ggas'll J Reed ya (I tell 'em)
Show a n*gga love, he'll still deceive ya (I've seen it)
That's why I keep the 40, I know the procedure (I know what's poppin', n*gga)
Them boys droppin' bodies for the bands though (Bet)
Hide them dead bodies in the bandos (Hahaha)
Gosha tee camo
Hanging out the Bentley truck like Rambo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Face on the lightpole with the candle
These n*ggas don't even miss ya
These n*ggas won't even kiss ya
f*ck them n*ggas, we gon' air 'em out
Supply 350's 'til I wear 'em out
Supply 350's, these pairs ain't out (Ha)
n*ggas tuck they chains around us, they don't wear 'em out (They pus*y)
Grab 'em by the throat, your jug vein, I'ma tear it out (Come here)
You ever ran into the devil?
I took this fly sh*t to another level (Uh)
Coke pots next to the tea kettle (Yeah, lemme get this)
I had your ass floating, sea level
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yo, all my n*ggas kings, all my chicks is fancy
My hand in my b*tch's panties while I'm sipping Brandy
Shells I stuffed in the swammy probably lift a Camry
Likely to catch another case before I win a Grammy
My little brother like Machine Gun, 'cause he a savage
That 40 make you lose weight without eating salad
Gave him a gun, now he around town reekin' havoc
Got knocked once, and heard y'all downtown singing ballads
n*ggas up in Comstock carvin' faces
Got public defenders going against the strongest cases
If you want that, we have you make extortion payments
They come around once a month like a mortgage payment
If you late,we f*ck you up and still charge inflation
Better watch your f*cking mouth when you talk to gangsters
I eat with the bosses, and still hang with henchmen
Always spoke anony' when my name get mentioned
O's, I cooked them up in the strangest kitchens
Tossed bullets for bucks like I was Jameis Winston
I know n*ggas who never told, 'cause they plug the brother
Sly Green numbers, and never get to hug they mothers
I got homies who bought Rollies not to check the time
But most of us caught bids, and then perfected crime
And some n*ggas stood up, and they took extra time
When they come home they legends like me, West, and Con
Uh, upper echelon
When they come home they legends like me, West, and Con, uh