Kevlar Tux lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano + Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Uh, Marci'
SONNYJIM
Uh
Pimp sh*t
Machine, b*tch! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
(Brttt!)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine + Westside Gunn]
Look—smokin' sour with SONNYJIM (We smokin')
Supreme duffel just to throw the money in (Ah-huh)
Thinkin' 'bout my n*gga—the judge done him in (Free my n*gga)
Gave him twenty years, that was back in 2010
f*ck it, when he come home, he gone f*ckin' win (He good)
n*ggas gonna hate to see my n*gga run it up again
Hoppin' out that transformer, bucketlin
You n*ggas get stupid, you gone lose a f*cking limb (Boom, boom)
Ayo, you f*ckin' with a legend (Right)
Machine, b*tch, you better f*ckin ' get your weapon and spray
'Cause I don't play, that 'K from far away
I'm shooting, long distance, I'm Clay—shout out to bae
I spray, get out the way, I promise, n*ggas gon' pay
50 shot, bananas, my n*gga, you better pray—
I don't catch you (Boom! Boom!), two to the head so they know
That it was me that left you (ha!), Machine, b*tch! Ha
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh—midnight-blue Levante
Just threw the beam on the pump, made the shotty look kinda stocky
Let off a shot, blew a chunk of hide out your thigh-meat (Uh)
Wash you up—pro'lly tidy up your hygiene (Fast)
"Stay fly" is the ideology
Can't make these all-NikeIDs more fiery
I'm a different kind of breed, I have you lined and bodied
Had your mami behind me—soul, mind and body (Yes)
Kinda shine that I embody, I'm lookin' like
Gotti to all my colleagues, spend a dime to have you dry-cleaned (Mm!)
Had the ride-or-die gene, the Y 550
In olive-green, the Vat', Qur'an, Constantine (Whoo!)
It's a common theme—monanagy wings
Like some Robin' jeans, the chopper make you n*ggas bob and weave (Uh)
I believe I'm like a God to these c*ck-fleas
They wanna copy f the key but I got it locked, deep
Marci', uh

[Outro: Sample]