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[Intro]
Now this is a town very thirsty for cocaine, here comes Griselda

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, huh, uh, smokin' rats, n***a
Look, I got it off the curb, where the hard serve (uhuh)
N***as'll kick your granny door in for a raw bird (where it's at granny?)
Few shots make yo' car swerve, backseat, shooter loading up the Mossberg, playing Marcberg
He sixteen know how to work with it
Catch him on his block, circle it
Roll down that back window make sure you murder shit
(Don't miss n***a)
This for them n***as that don't show up to they court date
And sniff raw flake (uhuh), and tuck the .40 in the North Face (woo)
That'd put a bullet in your face (cap)
And off all base stacking up Forbes cake (uh)
The Panamera Porsche race up thirty three made the law chase
Leave "V" live I'm pulling off Wraith
Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face
I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace, I'm what you call great (I'm here n***a)
Little n***a stay in your place, I ain't a industry n***a
I gun butt you till your jaw break
Sixteen in the clip then one in the head
I had a few enemies and everyone of them bled
N***a tried to run, MAC hit his stomach and legs (BRRT)
My jit stood over him, dropped another one in his head
Fuck these rap n***as, Machine 'bout to come for they head (I'm comin'!)
Might clap one of these n***as in they colorful dreads (hahahah!)
I swear, I ain't impressed with nothing you said (nah)
Gun on the feds (cap), dump the fifty shot drum and I fled (BRRRRT)
Machine, bitch
[Verse 2]

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
They say, they say, I bring that feeling back
Steam from the pots made the ceiling black
Whipped so much, they thought I had four Arms
Cherry Tesla truck, with the doors gone (Skrrr)
Masta Fendi on the duffle
Soon as I unzip, you in trouble (Brrrrt)
Paid the plug, lit all Topmesh
Six in his stomach, made his gut sick (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!)
Public school parker with the Winchester
Been nice, I've been fresher
Been next up, Ricardo's coverin' the shit
Don't think about it, cuz' if it make a dollar I want in
Range Rover Evoque, trigger finger itchy lookin' for them n***as with, Skyzoo vision, Vivienne Westwood trenches
N***as make a million off of bitches
(?) I be smiling on these bitches (Tching!)
Chopped the head the rest to follow
That Cuban link ain't a ki, that shit hollow
Rocking n***as to sleep like "I see you tomorrow"
Stick your two fingers in every [?]

[Outro]
Can you, can you remember your first drug deal?
My first drug deal, like my first transaction? (mmh mmh) uuuhh, no I can't. It was a long time ago, but not on TV I'll tell you later!