Pat La Fontaine

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah, Hall & Nash, nigga (Spraying at you bitch niggas, man, hahahaha) Free all the real niggas (Brrt) Rest in peace to all the real niggas (You know what it is, nigga) Yeah (uh, uh), murder shit, nigga (Daringer, nigga) Get down or lay down, bitch nigga You know what it is, nigga Lock and load, nigga (You already know, nigga, fuck everybody, nigga) Look (Brrt) [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof (Uh) Body you, bring back a finger for proof I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof, a fifth of deuce (Woo) My bitches say, "Daddy, you got the juice" (Hahahaha) Hehe, my kicks was a deuce, not two-hundred true racks Burn a Swisher or Goose, I'm the truth (Uh) The official niggas salute (Salute) I kill everything Daringer produce (Huh) Smokin' Cali with the sun out Cop pulled me over, I ain't put the blunt out Said he heard the 'Rari when I spun out I got a call, said my work was finna run out (Cap) All my kicks I get a month before they come out Pull a drum out and rung out, knock a lung out (Brrt) They sayin' Reject is too evil (Uh) The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel (Woo) Tell them bitch niggas huddle up I pistol whip you then piss in your double cup (Hahahaha) Fuck it, give you the whole drum Nigga, I'm easy to find, you know where I'm from (Eastside, nigga) Niggas sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy, uh (Uh) Armani V-neck, grey Yeezy, uh (Woo) It's the S.E. Gang Gun long as a hockey stick, Pat La Fontaine, you know [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, ringside, Pacquiao/Mayweather Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather All navy, baby, TEC spray better (Brrrr) My work costs more cuz it tastes better The Reese's is sly greens The pig bacon and Thai peas The Miguels, the Pops Mayo jars layin' in the pot Told the fiends the bell broke so they knock My Louis straight on the rocks Bitches see the big chains so they flock Beat the nigga in B block with a mop Supreme bucket on like a sailor At Bergdorf gettin' tailored Wrist on ice like the Whalers You better watch what they sell ya I'll bet that bullshit don't swim My connects shootin' bricks with no rim This nigga paid me with a '010 Smoke it out a Faygo can, nigga no stem I'm fuckin' filthy, real niggas can feel me Kill me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring Versace vest, Razor Ramon With razor under the tongue, raise the eight and you're done [Outro] Shit, they say they're dipped in sauce A nugget ain't a nugget 'til it's dipped in sauce, motherfucker You know what it is, S.E. Gang Bang, bang, motherfucker This what it is, what up ChineGun? Gunner, pap pap, and all that Shit, Conway, yeah, Westside Gunn We from the slums, it's Bufftown, baby