[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Slow down, West, you killin' 'em
Same n***a used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands
Same n***a used to have dope that make 'em lean
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing
Respected by brick-movers and shell-busters
Nicer than everybody on the last three XXL covers
Mix the champagne with the dark
My brain way smart, Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks
Kel-Tec hangin' out the Corvette, shot his whole block
Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot
CDG hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, akh
N***as let they gun bust on my block
Started with a half, from a half to a ounce
To a big to a nine to a split in a drought, n***a
My cooker whip that shit 'til his wrist sore (Whip)
I'm lookin' like a brick in the KITH store
Ayo, money got me changin', I was on the block slangin'
PRPs, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin'
No ski-mask, we held shit up, you know what up
The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck, hunting shells'll rip your guts
Fuck n***a, we aim and bang toast
I snuffed ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke, n***a
The plug daughter callin' me La Máquina
Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat
[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Ayo, all ya n***as talkin' like you gettin' money
But y'all n***as' all broke, yo (Hah, you n***as hurting, man)
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
I put the barrel in ya throat, yo (Talkin 'bout you, n***a, yeah)
Fuck n***as can't tell me shit
I made a quarter off of dope, n***a (Hah, you see it, n***a)
Sneak diss and I'll send
A few shooters at ya muh'fuckin' show, n***a (Brrrr)

[Outro: Conway]
Believe that, n***a
Click, clack, boom, SE Gang, n***a
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Fuck outta here, n***a
Hall & Nash, n***a, yeah