Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Pete Sake lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Pete Sake lyrics]

Yeah, nigga my kicks cost your mortgage (Hah)
My bricks and my bitch was imported (Cap)
We zip through in Porsches
(Zoom) , I used to have zips of the purest
Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis
(Talk to 'em)
My mind was distorted from the
Fish that I snorted
All you bitch niggas can get extorted
(You know what’s up, nigga)
I keep a stick when I'm tourin'
I don’t Ford Explore it (Nah)
Push the Lamborghini Urus
I can assure I floored it (Cap, hah)
Nigga, your bitch think I'm gorgeous (Hah)
My Tom Fords is tortoise
Bet you bitch niggas can't afford it (Ha)
The Louis 13th, I poured it
Got murals of my face out in Europe 'cause
I'm the illest to ever record it (Facts)
And just in case you smoke
I brought the forty to sort it
Niggas mad 'cause they forty and dormant
(You broke, nigga)
They still in the projects
My condo got a doorman (Uh, huh)
My shooter like Harden 'cause he
Involved in all the scorin'
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, and Flygod is an awesome God
That little nigga hit three
Niggas, I told him, "Awesome job"
(That’s a good job)
Don’t give no fuck about no rappers
They can all get robbed (Ha ha haha)
This shit is easy like Culpepper
Throwin' Moss a lob (Ha)

Yeah, look
I doubled down and took every risk
I couldn’t afford losin'
That's how I jumped in a foreign
Right out a Ford Fusion small Ruger, pow
Shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I can have your broad do it
Mix your food with car fluid
Guess who's back with VSs
Bluer than car coolant big straps
I let a clip fly and the war movin’
Been a boss, now I'm a coach
I'm talkin' John Rubin
Don Shula, GxF Taliban, Saddam shooters (Uh)
Soprano Wraiths
The driveway ain't got no V6s
(Ain't no V6s) i'm buyin' ice, when I'm
On Spikes, not Lees, christians
(Pussy)
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my life over beats
Ventin' y'all dick ridin'
Worship niggas like they bleed different
(Nah) okay, blood on the apron
You know it's the Butcher
(The Butcher comin')
Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker
(Tip the cooker)
Off the rope, Ps flyin' like Jimmy Snuka
Ahh

And this is the corner, the heart of the
Problem right here on the east side
And northwest side
Now, if we don't attack the
Problem here, it's going to
It's going to spill out into the
Main street and the water front
Eight people were shot
A witness apparently overheard the
Shooter tell a woman:
"I told you I would fix
This", followed by an expletive
Before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have
Been in retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, North
Buffalo, South Buffalo, downtown
When it comes to violence in the queen city
There's no border

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