Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Dunks lyrics

Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God

Buck! Yo-a griselda by Fashion Rebels
Hold up!

Ayo, arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Dread said put the TEC in the leg
Then sick the Heckler instead
His baby moms got his head in her lap
Screaming that he dead
I learned to politic ditto in the Feds
Cherry X-7, see me on tour with the Wesson
Learn your lesson, my man got 81 stressing
Never seen his kids once
You fake niggas front pucci trench coat
Everything new but the pump
2K for the dunks, the SB's
Gianni swim trunks on jet skis
Threw the gat away
Leave his face in his madam's plate
Saddam told me "Hit the gravel and agitate"
Spot making 20K a day
Easy, chopped the nigga hands
Off for his brick, steady greasy
I make this fly shit look easy
Finnish Guess, the guests were in the kitchen
Flipping, you broke niggas
Better pay attention
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!
(Ha ha haha, listen, Griselda) Listen

Hold the torch to the wax pipe
I'm a torch, you a match strike
Before you talk, get your facts right
Nigga, I'll beat a fucking cop
With his own flashlight
I ain't wrapped tight
Two hundred bars? Nigga, that's light
Riccardo Tisci black Nikes, the MAC-11
Got it half-price
A glass of 'gnac, splash the ice
My life's a roll of the
Craps dice, blow the strap, plus I rap nice
Woo! Probably bring it to your doorstep
Had amigo wrappin' before Offset
(Talk to 'em)
Hah, probably went over your head i said
"I had Migo wrappin' 'em before Offset"
(Hah) nigga, that's wrapping up a square
You rapping 'bout the trap when
You actually wasn't there (Where was you?)
I swear, a lot of new rappers is weird
They wearing leggings and dyeing
They fucking hair (Ha ha haha)
I swear, gotta admit I'm that nigga
In the last two years
Show me who did it bigger (Heh)
Rocking furs for the winter
I might put fox on like '96 Jigga (WOO!)
Real niggas follow the codes
Lil' homie was fourteen, six bodies
Nigga out of control
I'ma put the pot on the stove
For a knot I can hold
Told the cops to suck a cock, nigga
I didn't fold in VIP, twenty bitches
All the bottles is gold
Your WCW wanna swallow me whole
As do a lot of these hoes
Balenciaga with the croc on the toes
You niggas pussy, y'all finally got exposed
(I see through y'all niggas)
I'm on my motherfucking job
These niggas wanna be king but what's
A king to a God? (Hah)
I'm really 'bout that action homie
That ain't no facade in the booth
I'm DeAndre Jordan catching the lob (Cap)