We Shot Ya
[Intro: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher]
Yeah (Brrt)
We back, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Applying pressure (The Butcher comin', nigga)
On you fuck niggas
I'm gonna smack one of you niggas with the back of this forty
Knock the whole bottom row out, nigga
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
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 'causе I don't respond to diss songs, you niggas nameless
I got shootеrs on the payroll, fucker
Draco buster
I grew around the yayo hustlers
Griselda shit, bitch, niggas know we ain't no suckers
Niggas 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
Niggas hate, they broke, fuckin'
I went to my jeweler and spent a fifty (Cash)
I did it 'cause niggas thought they was richer than me
Niggas 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
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
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 niggas got pizzas, y'all used to sharin' 'em
Hmm, niggas 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 niggas was gangster, but all that dick-ridin' threw me off
[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
Let's go