Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Spurs 3 lyrics

Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,  doot
 doot (Griselda) , look

Detectives combin' through the hood
Lookin’ for a corpse draco hittin'
I don't think your body can endure the force
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I whip the fish up with a
Fuckin’ hanger or a fork (Whip up)
Told that bitch go ahead
Sniff what you want
It's plenty more to snort (Sniff)
I had an outstandin' warrant for a short
Turned myself in rockin' Louis
And all my jewelry, i wore to court
(Ha ha haha) huh, cop pulled me over
In my imported Porsche


He said, "This car must be
A hundred K", I said, "You forty short"
(I said you short)
My nigga droppin' bodies for the sport
Violators got tragedy written all over
It like The War Report
Most of you rap niggas
I pistol whip you or extort
I'm the Machine
I fuck bitches you can't afford to court
Y'all clout chasin’, every verse
You name droppin’
Taggin' niggas in your post
Hopin’ that they comment back and
At you in it i don't wanna rap
Don't wanna dap you niggas
I honestly don't give no fucks about
Bein’ friends with a rapper nigga
(Not at all)
Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (Huh)
You can see me and Gunn influencin'
All the music these niggas makin'
Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes
(Go and ask 'em, nigga)
Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden
They can tell you best (Uh, huh)
Ask the homie Wayno and 'em
They'll confess
Lotta albums are suddenly startin' to
Feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (Ha)
Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning
About the impact of this movement, sure
They'll say it's enormous
'Member I used to sell the yay
With the AK on the corner (Huh)
Now reality TV bitches keep
Sayin' I'm gorgeous (What up, baby?)
I got the flooded AP
My jeweler sayin' it's flawless
That's probably cap, but what he askin'
I'ma pay it regardless (Ha ha haha)
Every other day it's menages
Racin' garages
Made that bitch suck this dick
Until she say she exhausted
(I ain't say you finished)
Keep a shooter with me that
Don't mind takin' the charge
Basically, May Street made me this heartless
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch (Ayo)

Don't ever try to play me
(Don't ever try to play me, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You know what time it is, baguette AP (Ah)
I go to sleep with the MAC
(Brr) , wake up, brush my teeth with
The MAC (Brr, brr, brr, brr) , ayo
Ferragamo goggles
In the day room eatin' nachos
First nigga touch the TV gettin'
Stabbed, word to Michael, pick one
(Ah) tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10
(Brr, brr, brr)
Droppin' niggas broad daylight
(Brr, droppin' niggas broad daylight)
Ayo, you know I'm the goat (Ah)
Hit at least five niggas
Wash the MAC with the soap (Brr, brr)
I ain't never goin' back, free Cease
Free Soaks (Free my niggas)
Anybody you see out there, just shoot
Let 'em know
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
My side bitch bought me a TEC-9 with a bolt
(Ah) tucked it in the Chrome Heart in
Case a nigga want war
(In case a nigga want war)
I took the tablets down to 'Bama
Had the best for the low (yeah, ah)
Pyer Moss snow boots on with no snow
(yeah, uh)
Four-four long, we on, he gotta go
He gotta go
(yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yo)

For pots with powder 'round the edges
This the grind that I perfected (Uh, huh)
I had to dodge a lot of
Questions from crooked homicide detectives
In a raid, white boys with vestes piled
'round the exit's (Remember that)
Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I
Filed it down symmetric, yeah
(Nigga, ah)
I snap a finger, Scram'll clap the nina
(Clap the nina)
You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her
The cash I bring in attractin' singers
(Ha ha haha)
A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers
(Skrrt) cocaine, thick gold chain like DMC
In them black Adidas
I remember when it was dirt cheap (Uh, huh)
I don't know what you gon' name this
But it's soundin' like "Spurs 3"
(Sound like "Spurs 3") i earned keep
Now everybody tryna get a verse free (Damn)
Jewels like we do Travis Scott
Numbers the first week, keep up
I don't mention y'all niggas'
Names, pillow talkin'
Playin' little games (I don't do that)
This a man's world
You at your best when you middle aged
(A man's world)
Streets waitin', if I don't drop
All the hustlers gon' get enraged
(They waitin') room full of bitches, first
We gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage
(Ah)
Who knew? I up and married the game, no
Ain't get engaged (Uh, uh)
On the prison yard next to a
Jack like a ten of spades (Nigga)
Griselda, we applyin' the pressure
Into the game (Uh, huh)
These rap niggas talk greasy on
Tracks and then explain, pussy