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[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, shotty with the drum, body on the gun
Everybody got a body where I'm from
N***as across town heard the shotty when it rung
I rock the ostrich SB's, bottom of 'em gum
Machine, bitch, I'm from the bottom of the slum
Look, the n***a breathe wrong so I shot him in the lung
The silencer is on the nozzle of the gun
I shot him on my Ducati hit the throttle and then vroooom
I sip the bottle 'til it's done
I played your new shit then I promised it was flung
Out the window of the Masi' let's be honest I'm the one
Everybody get a drum look how I body shit for fun
I been this dude since you was still in school
Getting ridiculed, 22 for my tennis shoes
I told Monk you n***as fool
I'm not impressed with you little moves
That shit is miniscule
While you on the internet, ranting, throwing subliminals
I'm counting blue money, your bitch with me, she in the n***
Fronting like, "you that n***a getting it done here"
With them bullshit chains I wouldn't let my son wear
It's a lot of kings but it's only one here
And that's me, actually n***a, this shit is unfair
The way I body shit in the booth, you couldn't compare
So many straps my living room is looking like a gun fair
Conway...
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]