[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Shit, what the fuck is that shit we smokin’?
Blueberry Headband? That shit gas
God damn (Uh)
Aight, lemme get right

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look
I leave you dead where you stand
And walk through your hood with your head in my hand (Hahaha)
Uh, fed color tan (Huh?)
Free them n***** doin’ 20 in the feds for the yams (Free the homies)
Yeah, put the potato on the barrel (‘Kay)
Told you “stay in your lane or I’ma air you” (Brr brr)
I know you got family but I ain’t tryna hear you
Wig shot, bullet went clear through (Goodnight)
Uh, n***** violate me then they gotta go (Uh huh)
Papi throw me bricks, I tell him adiós (Gracias)
Get it to the hood and then I got it ghost (‘Kay)
Two n***** owe me money, fuck it, shot ‘em both (Ha)
Every n**** with me, bet they got a body (For real)
So if you think it’s a game, go ‘head, n****, try me (Go ‘head, n****)
Uh, put you on the news, n**** (That’s a fact)
They found your body with your fuckin’ head removed, n****

[Outro: Commentator & Westside Gunn)
Alright, hi everyone
Here we go with your final Survivor Series report, it is right around the corner
This Wednesday night, Thanksgiving Eve exclusively on pay-per-view cable television
Folks, I’m talkin’ about the Survivor Series
This is the ultimate in team competition and so much more—
I strongly suggest you pick up the blower right now—
Get on the phone and contact your local cable company
Avoid busy operators at the 11th hour
Now then—
You never gon’ move how I move
You never gon’ think how I think, you know what I’m sayin’?
I could make some Nike shit look like Versace, you know what I’m sayin’?
‘Cause that’s just me, you know what I’m sayin’?
It’s whatever
I like the fly, hood, gangsta, slick-talk shit