We Shot Ya (feat. Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher)

Yeah (Brrt)

We back, **** (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Applying pressure (The Butcher comin', ****)

On you fuck ****

I'm gonna smack one of you **** with the back of this forty

Knock the whole bottom row out, ****

Look, I'm havin' a mean run and it feel amazing

Five hundred racks in the safe, but still, I'm saving

In the booth, that's when I'm feeling dangerous

Malice in my heart, I'm feeling heinous, I grip the stainless

I hit his shit, it cave in, rearrange him

Feel the culture shifting and changing since I came in

Uh, cook the oodles of noodle chicken ramen

Wash out the pot, then use it again to whip the 'caine in

Ah, big-ass MAC on me, the clip is hangin'

Shoot up your block 'cause I don't respond to diss songs, you **** nameless

I got shooters on the payroll, fucker

Draco buster

I grew around the yayo hustlers

Griselda shit, bitch, **** know we ain't no suckers

**** can say what they want, but they ain't gon' touch us

We gunnin' shit down, they know of us

We givin' hospital trips, leg broke, crutches

**** hate, they broke, fuckin'

I went to my jeweler and spent a fifty (Cash)

I did it 'cause **** thought they was richer than me

**** never did nothin' that really benefit me (Not at all)

Somehow I still got more money than them, significantly

Bentayga in the rain when I whip the Bentley

Might let you hold an umbrella for me like Mr. Bentley

Uh, the Rollie bust, it was forty plus (Talk to 'em)

Machine, bitch, and Tony Touch, shit, it's only us

Who want what with me? I'm in need of the company

Enough sticks to stash one in every room at the DoubleTree

I'm wherever the crack cook, Tana to Flatbush

Lose to bums, how that look? My brain like a MacBook

Ain't nothin' 'bout these chains on me special, I'm used to wearin' 'em

All of my **** got pizzas, y'all used to sharin' 'em

Hmm, **** quick to switch, the hate be real

When you go from flippin' sixty-twos to an eighty-twenty label deal

Will I ever know how a halo feel?

Maybe not, I take the pot, stack mines tall as Jermaine O'Neal

With Louis on, I feel like B.I.G. with Coogi on

Toolie on 'cause I got three bricks worth of jewelry on

She give me top while the movie on, we hood movie stars

Stamped from Elmira to juvie hall

I might be the reason you meet God

I thought y'all **** was gangster, but all that dick-ridin' threw me off

Let's go