Skit lyrics

by

Hall & Nash


[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, man, you know what it is, n*gga (You already know, man, the f*ck?)
The Gunn, the Kan', man, listen, might later? really smack the sh*t outta n*ggas though, man (p*ssed off at n*ggas, man, on some real sh*t)
Naw, fluck that, clap the sh*t outta n*ggas, man, word (Yeah, get the guns up, n*gga)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, look, n*ggas feel Kan' cos this sh*t real, fam
Only cop work if it's white, or if it's real tan
Sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber
Now you hit, screaming like a b*tch, I thought you was gangster (n*gga)
Laid out bleeding on your kicks, dog, my clap is official
Leave the house without your banger, that's when they get you
Yo, Lord, my third eye shine bright, blinding your sight
You ain't seen this much crime in your life, son
It's real out in these fields, every night a n*gga get killed
I'm outside a club waving a steel, you get your sh*t peeled
Running up on mine, just cos you got a problem with the kid
Get at the end of something, cos it's a long line
Field boot, Carhartt brown, conceal the four pound
Let me know if it's going down, we can get it on right now (Let's do it, yo)
Two guns up, I'm wylin' 'til my days is up
Attacking on sh*t, trying to fill them cages up
n*ggas up north will blaze you in the yard, get your face cut
Don't make me have to run in your cage, you fake f*cks (You fake f*cks)
Get your safe touched, I'm straight to the H2 dealer
To spend that cake up (yeah), then I'm murking off in that grey truck
Twenty fours and screens in it, watching Casino with the team in it
We skid spinners (uh), getting high, I'm looking fly
Jeans cost five hundred, there's five guns in the trunk
Try your luck and get frucked up, what?
Gucci aviator glasses, Evisu fabrics, blowing a ratchet
Put a hole in you bast*rds, for practice
Told you, homeboy, I'm no average
Try to reach my status and get denied access
Come home on that jail sh*t, I'll put a bullet in your helmet
Finish you will send you to hell quick, word, this Street Entertainment
You can't stop us, dawg, what you think them choppers for?
Let's play ball, n*gga
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm like sports seventy, sliding coupes off the melody
Salam, Lord, still on the run from a felony
I sold drugs more than half my life, jewellery on
I make n*ggas wanna snatch my ice, word life
We got Lex coupes and Beamers over here
Pin trigger MACs, bulletproof, ask Premier
Handling nines, banana hammers out, son, ten fives
Incline-line Cartiers for the summertime
Le Tigre Polos on, three Sixties in a Caesar
Big Cuban links looking like we crazy on
Medallion swing, you're peepin' 'em, Lord
Breathing through a ski-mask, killing my own peoples to get cash
f*ck 'em, ride through your hood in a Beamer wag', yo
Keep the upstate style, f*ck Cristal, we drink Henny straight
And turn Sly Green wild, million dollar deals on tables
Canary face Jesús, swinging off a rose-gold cable
Politickin' on OT money, I think Ohio next
Kutter just crashed the E-Class, I think I drive the Lex
Rolex money since eighteen
Having model b*tches' titties out, while they cooking up burn clean
Trump Plaza, ?, Evisu sagger
Doing your Birk' handbagger, crack bags filled with fishscale
I do twenty-five to life, as long as I'm rich in jail, A-yo
I hold the automatic, these streets where I'm from it's heartless
Plus I, like big jewels, and y'all n*ggas starving
Le Roy Ave, throwing money out a Porsche
Colourful stones watching Al Capone getting tortured (Uh)
Drug dealers, cash rule, n*gga, we the illest alive
A bunch of fly killers holding up nines
I'm used to, standing on the block all day with dimes
Salute to, blowing up and pushing Q45's
Peace, Lord, Bentley is all, take the ARs on tour
And Geordie see the Geordie for pure, big chains on, just Lavado, I ain't a God
Since the days with the four, loaded MAC just in case it turned war
Body died forty shots and I'm look at the board
Since that thirty dollar double-up hustling in front of the store
Word, boot in your door, Jesus piece flooded galore
Chrome eight-hundred shot his whole face off
Faggot
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