[Conway the Machine:] Yeah, ah Ah (Hahah), hmm, yeah
I wear the sombrero to see the plug, that Chad Ocho shit (Migo) Cojo bitch sippin' añejo, he throw more bricks (Ha) Yo, oh, shit, make a toast, we 'bout to go home rich One more flip, we ain't gon' have to sell no more bricks (I'm done) I be havin' them niggas socks soon as I throw on drip (Ha) That thirty-K you tryna save, I'm 'bout to blow on kicks (Ha) Poke out your chest all you want, but don't you throw no fists That'll only get you some broke bones quick, I'm Bones Jones swift And bro gon' flip, get on your ass, and bro don't quit I drop some shit and niggas be like, "Bro don't miss" (This nigga don't miss) I'm as consistent a coke nose-drip, I sent my young ho' on those roadtrips (Huh?) That's why I got her the rose gold kit ('Kay) And those stones hit, I bet she had a broke ho' sick (Ooh) I tell her, "Be still," that ho gon' sit (Be still, bitch) Ayo, reposado with lime, playin' baccarat in the talent club I took 1.5 to the cashier to tally up, ayo (Talk to 'em) I don't know why these niggas mad at us (Huh?) I guess they didn't want this shit bad enough Y'all ain't get in y'all bag enough (Get in your bag) We stand on business, any issue niggas had with us We scorin' 'til they wave the white flag and sayin' "That's enough" (No mas)
We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out (Brr, yeah, brr) We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out (Brr, fool) We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out (Haha, fool) We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out (Ayo, smoke them niggas and let's stab out)
[Ransom:] We swingin' hammers as hard as Thor My shooters'll spin your block like revolvin' doors (Doot, doot, doot, doot) Involve the law, I send some carnivores from out of Baltimore (Ah) Furthermore, I see that it's art and whores that your heart adores (Hahaha) But we ain't into arts and crafts, we craftin' the art of war (Woo) Keep askin' to call 'em off (Come on) Extended his hand and I almost tore it off Expense for the grams, we gotta explore the cost (Uh-huh) You in decent hands, like a Hail Mary that's tossed to Moss (Touchdown) Cross the boss, when pigs don't fly straight, they get often lost (We gone)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
