Noir lyrics

[Intro: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah (Conductor)
What you want? (Uh, uh, uh)
What you want? Uh (Uh-huh, uh uh, uh)
What you want? Uh (Yeah, mm mm, yeah)

[Chorus: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]
What you want from me? (You want from me? You want from me? Yeah)
I thought I was your ecstasy (My ecstasy, my ecstasy, yeah)
But now you just a ex to me (Now you just my ex, baby, Hahaha, yeah)
And I ain't into taking ecstasy (And I don't do no X, baby, Uh-huh, uh, uh)

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Bottle of red from '09
Spicy rigatoni at Carbone's, no line (Ain't no line)
I get you home and I'm performing like it's showtime (Uh-huh)
Got you sucking to Tony! Toni! Tone! Slow Wine (Hahaha)
Pushing the Ferrari down the coast line (Vroom!)
Tom Brown three piece suit with the black bow tie (Fly sh*t)
I won't lie, you a whole vibe (Uh-huh)
I know you f*ck with other n*ggas on the side, but sh*t, I don't mind (I ain't tripping)
Heard you was f*cking two other rappers (I heard)
And you f*cking that n*gga from the Raptors (Conductor, we have a problem)
I ain't mad at at you, go head, just hit me up after
Then I'm back f*cking you good and you sucking me like a master, sh*t (Oohh)
I see you pushing that Porsche truck
n*gga spending fetti on you, got you Dior'd up (He spend a bag on you)
Even paid for your LLC and that storefront (Okay)
But you still my b*tch, you gon' come open your jaws up, for me (You still my b*tch, though)
Yeah, you know I still got your heart in my pocket
Saving this bottle for when I see you, I brought it to pop it
I'm at the Phoenix game watching KD slaughter the Rockets (Woo!)
All I drop is classics, that's Common, Like Water for Chocolate (Talk to 'em!)
Yeah, it's eighty bands in blue faces that's all in my pocket
Used to sell my product then I re up'd with all of the profit
I got a question, be honest, b*tch
[Chorus: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]
What you want from me? (You want from me? You want from me? Yeah)
I thought I was your ecstasy (My ecstasy, my ecstasy, yeah)
But now you just a ex to me (Now you just my ex, baby)
And I ain't into taking ecstasy (And I don't do no X, baby)

[Outro]
There's an artist, I think