Pat La Frontaine lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, Hall & Nash, n*gga
(Spraying at you b*tch n*ggas, man, hahahaha)
Free all the real n*ggas (Brrt)
Rest in peace to all the real n*ggas
(You know what it is, n*gga)
Yeah (uh, uh), murder sh*t, n*gga (Daringer, n*gga)
Get down or lay down, b*tch n*gga
You know what it is, n*gga
Lock and load, n*gga
(You already know, n*gga, f*ck everybody, n*gga)
Look (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof (Uh)
Body you, bring back a finger for proof
I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof, a fifth of deuce (Woo)
My b*tches say, "Daddy, you got the juice" (Hahahaha)
Hehe, my kicks was a deuce, not two-hundred true racks
Burn a Swisher or Goose, I'm the truth (Uh)
The official n*ggas salute (Salute)
I kill everything Daringer produce (Huh)
Smokin' Cali with the sun out
Cop pulled me over, I ain't put the blunt out
Said he heard the 'Rari when I spun out
I got a call, said my work was finna run out (Cap)
All my kicks I get a month before they come out
Pull a drum out and rung out, knock a lung out (Brrt)
They sayin' Reject is too evil (Uh)
The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel (Woo)
Tell them b*tch n*ggas huddle up
I pistol whip you then p*ss in your double cup (Hahahaha)
f*ck it, give you the whole drum
n*gga, I'm easy to find, you know where I'm from (Eastside, n*gga)
n*ggas sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy, uh (Uh)
Armani V-neck, grey Yeezy, uh (Woo)
It's the S.E. Gang
Gun long as a hockey stick, Pat La Fontaine, you know
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ringside, Pacquiao/Mayweather
Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather
All navy, baby, TEC spray better (Brrrr)
My work costs more cuz it tastes better
The Reese's is sly greens
The pig bacon and Thai peas
The Miguels, the Pops
Mayo jars layin' in the pot
Told the fiends the bell broke so they knock
My Louis straight on the rocks
b*tches see the big chains so they flock
Beat the n*gga in B block with a mop
Supreme bucket on like a sailor
At Bergdorf gettin' tailored
Wrist on ice like the Whalers
You better watch what they sell ya
I'll bet that bullsh*t don't swim
My connects shootin' bricks with no rim
This n*gga paid me with a '010
Smoke it out a Faygo can, n*gga no stem
I'm f*ckin' filthy, real n*ggas can feel me
Kill me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring
Versace vest, Razor Ramon
With razor under the tongue, raise the eight and you're done
[Outro]
sh*t, they say they're dipped in sauce
A nugget ain't a nugget 'til it's dipped in sauce, motherf*cker
You know what it is, S.E. Gang
Bang, bang, motherf*cker
This what it is, what up ChineGun?
Gunner, pap pap, and all that
sh*t, Conway, yeah, Westside Gunn
We from the slums, it's Bufftown, baby