Westside Gunn & Conway - Chyna (Feat. Mach-Hommy)

[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 [Mach Hommy] Ayo wow I see what it take now Inteligencia on some Balenciaga shit with a tre-pound I bet your bottom bitch is a playground No interrogative, no pot to piss; that cause a nigga to spray rounds These niggas is brave now Griselda poppin' and my opposition about to get it beret style Mach Griselda fatigue top I heard your knees knock because you food like you fell off a tree top I'm rude like the scale up on Detox? Forget the beatbox Got the news chopper trailing the g-rock? We two timers headed for three times Your self esteem dies When y'all puntas get wet up for green dots That's word to the flowers on the PJ I flip the raw fish like ceviche I'll get your song lit like a DJ West get me to hit your dawg shit like I'm Wee-Bey I whipped the Rolls [?] on the freeway The Corniche was malt liq with the seats flake Dutch Vanilla Glue is gorilla So what the fuck them gawn do when Griselda come through they favela? No more debating about which crew is the illest You want a plate you gotta wait in line My A&R shoot up your building I got the Bape Shark Chew and I'm chillin I got the Maison shoe with the suede all through the acrylic