Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - S.E. Gang lyrics

Griselda
Yeah
Shit you cook up a brick to
Cocaine paradise, nigga
(They know who the illest nigga
Doin' this shit)
Look

I pulled up in that Wraith
The interior on some red and white shit
(Hah)
This for them niggas still eatin'
While duckin' fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with Melec
I need the Dred's enlightenment
(Roll up)
I get through whatever crisis
I used to peddle white shit
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah, told the connect I
Need some better prices
I cashed out on eleven twice
It's like my bread is righteous
(My bread is good, papi)
You violate, you put your head in vice grip
If it's smoke, no, we can't rectify shit
We shoot FNs 'til you dead and lifeless
(Brrt)
Plug sent a box, I told him expedite it
I just opened up another trap
You see how many jobs I just provided?
(Hahahahaha)
You not a boss, homie, you just a sidekick
Step inside, it's Machine, niggas
Start buggin' out
My gun on some pesticide shit
(Pssh, pssh, pssh)
Couple niggas died from your set
But you ain't never slidin'
I'm just warmin' up
I'm merely exercisin' and I just decided
(Hah)
I'm the new king of this shit
Feel I'm the best since '96
(Woo)
Used to have no electric
Now my shows electrifyin'
(Hah)
Niggas postin' all these cars
Don't post no paperwork
(What that paperwork, nigga?)
I'm from May block
That's how you know my Draco work
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom)
Niggas get shitbags, zipper on stomach
Staple work
(Hold that, pussy)
We already know you bitch
So we gon' raise your skirt
(You pussy, nigga)
My young bitch pussy taste
Like Sprite, she said
"Obey your thirst"
(Hahahahaha)
I act a fool in that
Pussy like it's April 1st
(I beat that shit)
Back on that Nash shit and not
The one that played with Dirk
(Big Nash)
I do the shootin', before rap
I sold yayo first
(Brrt) , Machine, bitch

I stayed alert, my gang down to tangle
Bangers put stains on shirts
(Brrt)
You ain't a shooter, nigga, you Ben Simmons
The J don't work
(Uh, huh)
With the Draco, I'm like Jose Canseco
The way I played in dirt
I made it work
(Nigga) , before I slid home
I lined the bases first
Shame on her
Can't compare bags with my bitch
If it ain't no Birk'
(That ain't it)
This ain't no smirk
Rap niggas call me
Mr. Make-You-Change-Your-Verse
Was in both lanes 'til I
Jumped out the dope game
But maintained the perks
Angels perched on project buildings where
Killers get halos earned
(Damn)
Top execs know what my label worth
My name next to my date of birth
On the contract, cost seven figures
But eight with merch
(Money)
Before your record deal
You was gangster first? Ain't
No way on Earth
(Pussy)
Parade and lurk in Hellcats and
Trackhawks like we playin' Durk
After we snatch a piece of this
Game by doin' shit classically
On behalf of me
It's gon' be murals by Mirò Napoli
Off a half a key, I live lavishly
Money came rapidly
(Real shit though, real shit)
When the dope fiends come and
Spend cash with me
They call me "Your Majesty"
In prison, was the youngest
(Youngest) , that's how I did it
I learned the business from the hustlers
(I did)
Crazy, I knew the most, but still
I was the humblest
I talk heavy shit, nigga, get a plunger
(Hahahaha)
You don't know shit about countin'
A quarter mil' in hundreds
Gettin' a feelin' in your stomach
Feel like Lebron in Miami
Tryna bring one home for the family
(For family)
I did it, but had to leave
To come back to do it
But y'all don't hear me
(You don't hear me)
Better tell them niggas, this
Time I'm ready
Gucci with Kevlar in it
(I'm ready this time, nigga)
You fuckin' punks won't get another
Run until Griselda finish
The Butcher

Ayo, my nigga said he just
Seen fifteen with the stamp
(Ah)
My only thought was
"We ain't over there yet"
(True story)
Without that PSI, we ain't bool at all
(Uh, uh)
So what, he out with his family
Nigga? Shoot 'em all
(Brrt, ah, shoot 'em all)
Shoot 'em all
(Brrt, ah, shoot 'em all)
Shoot 'em all (Ah
Shoot 'em all)
The kids walk in the door
Fuckin' shoot 'em all
(Brrt, ah, shoot 'em all)
We took his whole locker
Had him under pressure
(Ah)
They just offered my nigga thirty
Not a second lesser
(Ah)
We buried Shay and Kutter got
Knocked the same day
(Free Kutter)
So when it come to a fuck nigga
I don't play
(Uh, huh)
Two hundred rounds
(Brrt) , shit, you know the name (Brrt)
S to the E to the— shit, you know the gang
(You know the gang)
Everybody with me locked and loaded
(Boom, boom, boom)
My OG just came home, that nigga money-moded
(Ah)
Bought some work, it wasn't good
But I resold it
(I resold it)
You lookin' good in the foreign
'til they repoed it
(Skrrt, 'til they repoed it)
Me and Shots had just built, I told him
"Keep goin'"
(Keep goin')
Niggas hopin' I fall off
They better keep hopin'
(Fuck them niggas)
Shit, I should've smoked
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Should've smoked)
Shit, I should've smoked
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Should've smoked)