Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - George Bondo lyrics

Ah

Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side
Peace and war
Out on Leroy with the MAC on,  peace Allah
(Brr) the whole portfolio is gangster
Whip with cocaine
Just shot a nigga on the anklet 
(Boom,  boom,  boom) , sellin' dope
Save this Persian rug five times
A day, prayers, niggas tasteless
Cells pop, niggas came through
Stabbed 'em on the wake up (Ah)
Niggas catch you at the showers
For a hundred soups
Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes
(Skrt) the chopper on double loop
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot
We baggin' up trouble at the W
What's up with you? We huntin' too (Ah)
Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot
Daydreamin'
Get shot out the Heron, pray demon
You ain't breathin '
(Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
The yay reekin', lips movin'
You ain't breathin'
You start coughin' up blood
For the same reasons
You ever sold a hundred then spent
It all in the same weekend?
Razors leave your face leakin' (Ah)
Chill, let the Wraith creep
And the brick broke in eight pieces
Double Cs on the suede sneakers
I kick the real shit
Who you be? Where you bome from?
I had to build shit
(Ah, I had to build shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I had to build shit
(I had to build shit, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, look, uh)

We was sellin' dog food and
We was sellin' fish (Cap)
Feds was buildin' cases
They ain't never stick (Ha ha haha)
Y'all had the triple beam dreams
We really measure bricks
(We really sold that)
Shit was movin' fast as we cook it up
We sell it quick (Hah)
Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
Your watch ain't cost thirty and
Up? Take that shit off
(Take that shit off, nigga)
I'm impactin' the culture
Like Eric Bischoff
Big biscuit of that Biscotti
Makin' my bitch cough (Cap)
They on Google
They wonder what I got rich off
They see me pullin' off in that Dawn
The top lift off (Hah)
The kid from May Street that
Used to whip soft (Whip)
And let his fif' off, now I'm the
Big boss, I drop the bag
I have you picked off
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shooter don't speak but you
Can tell that he dangerous (Cap)
He just aim steady the stainless (Hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys and Ranges
(Brr) rap nigga go to the club in my city
Tuck every chain in (Hah)
Gettin' niggas clipped while I'm
With celebrities hangin' (Uh, huh)
I got two felonies
Now they tell me I'm famous
(I'm famous now)
My life is definitely changin'
Roc Nation brunch, i'm with a R&B singer
Gettin' better acquainted (What up, baby?)
If thou steal from FLYGOD, that's a sin
It ain't another rapper that's alive
That can match my pen
Back again, MAC clap your men
Stacked a half an M
I was him before you ever heard me on
A track with Em, it's The Machine, nigga
(Yo)

Look back three years ago when
Ain't nobody know me (Nobody)
Now I treat this rap shit
Just like somebody owe me
(Butcher comin', nigga)
Think it's a game until I
Patrick Kane somebody homie
That's slidin' through with a stick
Shootin' one by the goalie (Brr)
I got nice, practice repeated
When rappers was decent
When you ain't leave the house unless
Your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah)
Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'?
(What else?) Stackin' or beefin'?
(What y'all doin'?)
I get you whacked at The
Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh
Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door
Let the apes in
20K spent, that's how my day went
Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in
(I'm good) mirror smoke-grey tint
It's just to take trips to the bank in
Telly by the border
Glock on top of the covers (Uh, huh)
The room next door got duffels stacked
On top of each other
Me and my old plug alright (We cool)
But we don't rock with each other
That was only business and we done
Did a lot for each other
(I made that nigga rich)
Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the
Party with my tool ringin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
Jewels blingin'
Tailored suit like a blues singer
You know my Backwood like two fingers
(Tuh) , hustler, I'm the true meanin'
Turned one to two like I'm Houdini
(My stove game still official)
Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed
(Anointed) opened up with a small group
Of soldiers that I appointed (Uh)
I'm up due to all of
The bullshit that I avoided
She suck, fuck, count up the money
But still annoyin' it's Griselda, nigga

I'ma loosen my collar, y'all, hold on
What's up, y'all, it's St louis
Representin' this OG
And this OG, once again
Y'all know who we is
We all over the world, but somebody love us
This lady love us
Oh, we gon' do this, I'ma quit talkin'
Like
I'ma loosen my collar, baby, let me get busy
Click-clack
Boom, boom, boom, nigga like work, work
Westside, pop gang, nigga, throw 'em up
Boom, boom, boom, nigga
We don't give a fuck
What? What? Nigga, what?
Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary
Boom, cha boom, told you niggas scary
Boom, boom, boom, that nigga 'bout to run
Click-clack, them niggas got guns
Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary
Boom, cha boom, told you niggas scary
Boom, boom, boom, that nigga 'bout to run
Click-clack, them niggas got guns, like
Boom, boom, boom