Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - John Woo Flick lyrics

Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over
Had to change the flow up
Now I'm in the Maybach
Sippin' a Spade mimosa
Take a big and make the
Quota with the bakin' soda
Pray to Jehovah, K with
The shoulder strap, spray
It's over
(Brr)
Wait, hold up, if I said so, spray your Rover
Spray the fold-up
Niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta
(Hah)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr)
Shooter sniff the yay
He need to wake his nose up
(Cash)
I'm from the East side
Them niggas over there be wildin'
(Uh, huh)
And catchin' bodies
Throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers
(Talk to 'em)
I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like
"Is there a problem?"
(What's poppin', nigga?)
I part the middle of your
Head like Larry Johnson
(Woo)
Kush in the morning
Drink my 'gnac in the day
I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk
'bout back in the day
(Fuck outta here)
I ride around with two things
That's a MAC and a K
Act like I'm playin'
I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away
(Brr brr, brr, brr)
Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over
(Uh, huh)
My shooter comin' off the
Bench like Kyle Korver
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hide the body for a month
And left a foul odor
I'm Kobe Bryant on my team
I'm the fuckin' closer
Nigga
(Machine)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit
Everything, nigga, empty them clips
Homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

Daringer compared to RZA
I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in
Your face with a pair of scissors
(Hold that)
Courtside watchin' the Wizards
Cartiers expensive
(Uh, huh)
Air the extended
(Uh, huh) , have you layin'
Somewhere in intensive (Brr brr
Ah)

I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences
Enough shooters on my team
To embarrass the Pistons
(Nigga)
The trap empty, all I had
Kitchenware and a biscuit
(That's it)
I need a pile of dirty cash
And somewhere I can rinse it
(Uh, huh)
This for my niggas in the
Fed max who pray daily
(I 'member that)
My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty
(Brr)
That's Wayne Perry shit
Y'all niggas Wayne Bradys
(Y'all pussy, huh)
I'm leavin' with your daughter if
You can't pay me
(What's poppin'?)
These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts)
My shooters real reckless
It take a lot for me to feel threatened
(Nigga)
In interviews, they askin' real questions
(Like what?)
Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos
You usin' real weapons?"
(No comment)
If it's time to clip you
We the ones to move
I got the call about it before
I seen it on the news
(Ah)
Light brown interior
The seats peanut butter too
The whole gang be doin' life if
We leave it up to you
(Uh, you a rat, nigga)
Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk
(Hit with a hawk)
Walk the main line in the L
And get hit with a fork
(Uh, huh)
Had a clientele's list that was
As big as New York
That's why the door on my
Bedroom thick as a vault
The Butcher, nigga, ah

Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA
Them shit's see-through
We rock it for the culture
Bodies on each pole
Keep actin' like you know us
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom)
Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda
So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones
Fuck it, cop me an island
Dip the Benz in gold
(Skrrt)
Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed
(Ah)
Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone
(Ah)
Catch him in his cell, my ock sprayed him up
(Brr)
He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
MachineGun in the summer
Still wearin' gloves
B.O meet me in the mess
Hall with all my Bloods
Inshallah, I see a hundred
Get caught with it
I'll be home in three summers
(Ah)
Get caught without it
Might not live to speak about it
My nigga still got forty
He might not leave up out it

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit
Everything, nigga, empty them clips
Homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
(Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)