Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Kool G lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Kool G lyrics]
Brr, brr, brr brr, ayo
Griselda ayo
You know I live this shit
Built this shit brick by brick with it (Ah)
Niggas flawless, regardless
Baggin' up and crackin' tenements
Surely a gangsta, don't test that
My shooters itchin'
Pistols with extendos essential by projects
That we pitched at
We on the corners with Louis on us
We pulled up on him in foreigns
Four in the morning
Show them niggas how we click-clack
Cherry Maybach, look how I sit back
I had the TEC and MAC
This shit is mismatched
Bust a four pound and that shit kick back
But you feel the impact, bucket KITH hat
VS where my wrist at
Fendi stockings over the face
Now where your bricks at?
Bugatti truck, I need to get that
La Máquina get the big sack
Quarter block on the table
Told that bitch to sniff that
Sent her to Texas, made her
Bring my shit back, gave her six stacks
For any mishaps
From New York to Dallas like Kristaps
Got a bag and flipped that
Green beam sit on the big MAC
We the hardest niggas out, bitch
Don't forget that (Uh)
Just off of impact, it feel like Rick back
I tote a big strap
I go and get it and gotta limp back
Hawaiian bitch that will fuck the team
And fly a brick back designer mix match
I only get inspired in traps
All we wear is fly sporting gear
I buy in Fifth Saks
This 40 air pass your Cartiers
And leave your lens cracked
I went up, came home in six months
And I got sent back
I walked the yard with my skully
On like a pimp hat
Y'all talk hard but be the first one
Hiding soon as it spark off
This four pound blow through your shit
And flip a parked car i bought raw
Gave niggas lessons without a chalkboard
Then bought more
Hopped in my whip and plugged in the aux cord
Ah, nigga, just wait for Tana Talk 4, uh
Griselda ayo
You know I live this shit
Built this shit brick by brick with it (Ah)
Niggas flawless, regardless
Baggin' up and crackin' tenements
Surely a gangsta, don't test that
My shooters itchin'
Pistols with extendos essential by projects
That we pitched at
We on the corners with Louis on us
We pulled up on him in foreigns
Four in the morning
Show them niggas how we click-clack
Cherry Maybach, look how I sit back
I had the TEC and MAC
This shit is mismatched
Bust a four pound and that shit kick back
But you feel the impact, bucket KITH hat
VS where my wrist at
Fendi stockings over the face
Now where your bricks at?
Bugatti truck, I need to get that
La Máquina get the big sack
Quarter block on the table
Told that bitch to sniff that
Sent her to Texas, made her
Bring my shit back, gave her six stacks
For any mishaps
From New York to Dallas like Kristaps
Got a bag and flipped that
Green beam sit on the big MAC
We the hardest niggas out, bitch
Don't forget that (Uh)
Just off of impact, it feel like Rick back
I tote a big strap
I go and get it and gotta limp back
Hawaiian bitch that will fuck the team
And fly a brick back designer mix match
I only get inspired in traps
All we wear is fly sporting gear
I buy in Fifth Saks
This 40 air pass your Cartiers
And leave your lens cracked
I went up, came home in six months
And I got sent back
I walked the yard with my skully
On like a pimp hat
Y'all talk hard but be the first one
Hiding soon as it spark off
This four pound blow through your shit
And flip a parked car i bought raw
Gave niggas lessons without a chalkboard
Then bought more
Hopped in my whip and plugged in the aux cord
Ah, nigga, just wait for Tana Talk 4, uh