Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher] Yeah (Brrt) We back, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Applying pressure (The Butcher comin', nigga) On you fuck niggas I'm gonna smack one of you niggas with the back of this forty Knock the whole bottom row out, nigga [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Look, I'm havin' a mean run and it feel amazing Five hundred racks in the safe, but still, I'm saving In the booth, that's when I'm feeling dangerous Malice in my heart, I'm feeling heinous, I grip the stainless I hit his shit, it cave in, rearrange him Feel the culture shifting and changing since I came in Uh, cook the oodles of noodle chicken ramen Wash out the pot, then use it again to whip the 'caine in Ah, big-ass MAC on me, the clip is hangin' Shoot up your block 'causе I don't respond to diss songs, you niggas nameless I got shootеrs on the payroll, fucker Draco buster I grew around the yayo hustlers Griselda shit, bitch, niggas know we ain't no suckers Niggas can say what they want, but they ain't gon' touch us We gunnin' shit down, they know of us We givin' hospital trips, leg broke, crutches Niggas hate, they broke, fuckin' I went to my jeweler and spent a fifty (Cash) I did it 'cause niggas thought they was richer than me Niggas never did nothin' that really benefit me (Not at all) Somehow I still got more money than them, significantly Bentayga in the rain when I whip the Bentley Might let you hold an umbrella for me like Mr. Bentley Uh, the Rollie bust, it was forty plus (Talk to 'em) Machine, bitch, and Tony Touch, shit, it's only us [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Who want what with me? I'm in need of the company Enough sticks to stash one in every room at the DoubleTree I'm wherever the crack cook, Tana to Flatbush Lose to bums, how that look? My brain like a MacBook Ain't nothin' 'bout these chains on me special, I'm used to wearin' 'em All of my niggas got pizzas, y'all used to sharin' 'em Hmm, niggas quick to switch, the hate be real When you go from flippin' sixty-twos to an eighty-twenty label deal Will I ever know how a halo feel? Maybe not, I take the pot, stack mines tall as Jermaine O'Neal With Louis on, I feel like B.I.G. with Coogi on Toolie on 'cause I got three bricks worth of jewelry on She give me top while the movie on, we hood movie stars Stamped from Elmira to juvie hall I might be the reason you meet God I thought y'all niggas was gangster, but all that dick-ridin' threw me off [Outro: Benny the Butcher] Let's go