[Intro: Westside Gunn]

Ah

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]

Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war

Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr)

The whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine

Just shot a nigga on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope

Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless

Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (Ah)

Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups

Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt)

The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot

We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (Ah)

Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'

Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain't breathin ' (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'

You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons

You ever sold a hundred then spent it all in the same weekend?

Razors leave your face leakin' (Ah)

Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces

Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit

Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit (Ah, I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, look, uh)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]

We was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (Cap)

Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (Hahahaha)

Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (We really sold that)

Shit was movin' fast as we cook it up, we sell it quick (Hah)

Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off

Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (Take that shit off, nigga)

I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff

Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (Cap)

They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off

They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (Hah)

The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (Whip)

And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss, I drop the bag, I have you picked off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (Cap)

He just aim steady the stainless (Hah)

Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys and Ranges (Brr)

Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (Hah)

Gettin' niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (Uh-huh)

I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)

My life is definitely changin'

Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (What up, baby?)

If thou steal from FLYGOD, that's a sin

It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen

Back again, MAC clap your men, stacked a half an M

I was him before you ever heard me on a track with Em, it's The Machine, nigga (Yo)

[Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Look back three years ago when ain't nobody know me (Nobody)

Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)

Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie

That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (Brr)

I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent

When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (Yeah)

Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)

I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh-huh

Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in

20K spent, that's how my day went

Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)

Mirror smoke-grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in

Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (Uh huh)

The room next door got duffels stacked on top of each other

Me and my old plug alright (We cool), but we don't rock with each other

That was only business and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)

Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)

Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer

You know my Backwood like two fingers (Tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'

Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (My stove game still official)

Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)

Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (Uh)

I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided

She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'

It's Griselda, nigga

[Skit]

I'ma loosen my collar, y'all, hold on

What's up, y'all, it's St. Louis, representin' this OG

And this OG, once again, y'all know who we is

We all over the world, but somebody love us

This lady love us

Oh, we gon' do this, I'ma quit talkin', like

I'ma loosen my collar, baby, let me get busy

Click-clack

Boom, boom, boom, nigga like work, work

Westside, pop gang, nigga, throw 'em up

Boom, boom, boom, nigga, we don't give a fuck

What? What? Nigga, what?

Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary

Boom, cha-boom, told you niggas scary

Boom, boom, boom, that nigga 'bout to run

Click-clack, them niggas got guns

Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary

Boom, cha-boom, told you niggas scary

Boom, boom, boom, that nigga 'bout to run

Click-clack, them niggas got guns, like

Boom, boom, boom