Chyna

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Conway] Look Smack your favorite rapper's teeth down his fucking throat Gun big enough to sink a fucking boat Wash the lobster down with a cup of pain Ice on my wrist like it was fucking sprained [Westside Gunn] Just copped the Rollie with all ones Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns [Conway] Play the corner 350s is pirate black Young-in like to fire his strap I admire that [Westside Gunn] Fire MACs Frying panda cracks Stone River jumpsuits, Supreme Air Max Throwing head cracks [Conway] Throwing lead, blow his dreads back Gave my lil' shooter the go ahead Go ahead, push homie head back Don't compare stats You won't never find another flow and pair that Flow is near crack As ours At all [Westside Gunn] Its 6 in the morning and still whippin' First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him We hid the burners in the kitchen 800 worth of commissary for extensions Leave your front missing [Conway] Killa Tome? like Mad Max he just want victims Banana clip stick out the side of the sticks My jit will slide on you quick I let him fire the blick [Westside Gunn] I was only 16 going half on the stick Then I turned 19 went half on a brick I had a 40 in the 40-below you're just a fix Ask around I'm the shit