Nitro

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher] '17 S550 seats and it was navy shit American gangster like preacher in the 80's Deliver pie to your door like a pizza, if you pay me (Huh?) Maniac rap, these niggas is crazy, hold up Ayo, these niggas is brazy, hold up Don't make a move, don't make a sound, nigga At your kids' daycare with the pound, nigga (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Don't make a peep, nigga At your nana' nursin' home with the street sweeper (Brr) Hall & Nash, we elite, nigga (Talk to 'em) God bless all the street niggas (Uh-huh) Told the youngin when you buck fifty 'em, take a piece with ya (Hahahaha) These a thousand dollars each sneaker The rich, righteous teacher Fucked your bitch for some Rihanna creepers These fuck niggas can't keep up Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up Had to drag the Goyard when I re'd up Watch yo' homies, them niggas'll J Reed ya (I tell 'em) Show a nigga love, he'll still deceive ya (I've seen it) That's why I keep the 40, I know the procedure (I know what's poppin', nigga) Them boys droppin' bodies for the bands though (Bet) Hide them dead bodies in the bandos (Hahaha) Gosha tee camo Hanging out the Bentley truck like Rambo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) Face on the lightpole with the candle These niggas don't even miss ya These niggas won't even kiss ya Fuck them niggas, we gon' air 'em out Supply 350's 'til I wear 'em out Supply 350's, these pairs ain't out (Ha) Niggas tuck they chains around us, they don't wear 'em out (They pussy) Grab 'em by the throat, your jug vein, I'ma tear it out (Come here) You ever ran into the devil? I took this fly shit to another level (Uh) Coke pots next to the tea kettle (Yeah, lemme get this) I had your ass floating, sea level [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Yo, all my niggas kings, all my chicks is fancy My hand in my bitch's panties while I'm sipping Brandy Shells I stuffed in the swammy probably lift a Camry Likely to catch another case before I win a Grammy My little brother like Machine Gun, 'cause he a savage That 40 make you lose weight without eating salad Gave him a gun, now he around town reekin' havoc Got knocked once, and heard y'all downtown singing ballads Niggas up in Comstock carvin' faces Got public defenders going against the strongest cases If you want that, we have you make extortion payments They come around once a month like a mortgage payment If you late,we fuck you up and still charge inflation Better watch your fucking mouth when you talk to gangsters I eat with the bosses, and still hang with henchmen Always spoke anony' when my name get mentioned O's, I cooked them up in the strangest kitchens Tossed bullets for bucks like I was Jameis Winston I know niggas who never told, 'cause they plug the brother Sly Green numbers, and never get to hug they mothers I got homies who bought Rollies not to check the time But most of us caught bids, and then perfected crime And some niggas stood up, and they took extra time When they come home they legends like me, West, and Con Uh, upper echelon When they come home they legends like me, West, and Con, uh