[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, f** a shooter I keep a gun up in my reach
f** the talk, I drum a 100 when it's beef
Sneak diss, we at your shows like a hundred n***as deep
Just to show n***as they don't want it with the G
XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet nah
n***a I'm aimin' above it with this heat
My name buzzin' so my budget just increased
Cause over Daringer production I'm a beast
The n***as in the hood lovin' what I speak
Go tell 'em the real is back baby, them other n***as weak
Lately I been countin' money In my sleep
Versace watches b**h a 100 for my [?]
You n***as want a deal so bad, you sign for any money
[?] still spending any money
I don't need a n***a to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD, now I can blow Fendi money
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still
Tell 'em n***as, I'm the truth still
Heat on my lap like my suits feel
Like my weed sour, I like my [?] chill
800 for the belt, talking blue steel
Wind shot, get your roof peeled
That's your dude tell him chill
He 'bout to get him and you k**ed
Them old n***as just talkin' cause they got lips
Nobody in the hurl respect you when you ain't pop sh**
You just another nobody thinkin' he relevant
Talking and yelling sh**, go f** around and get his [?]
And get his sh** push
You just a rapper boy, you just spit hooks
You don't know how a brick look
Word up
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Dirty looks will get your face [?] by a clean slap
Next step, pull a mean Mac n***a I mean that
Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks, k**ers in reach
Rock my chain on a [?] beach
Dressed up [?]
But if I orchestrate the attack you gettin' splashed
Chrome rockets, foam posites, grown pockets
n***as spray, rockin' Cartier different optics
Silk shirt like I'm in the tropics
Whips spotless, grip profits
Hold on my clique got this
200 thousand on the re-up
Shootin' dice y'all n***as wouldn't put a G up
Me and my n***as pitch, b**h
You and your n***as snitch
Heard on top, you was atop every bottom b**h
And y'all ain't ready for the turbulence
Poppin' sh** then you gotta proach 'til we ain't heard you since
[?] just another Don, b**hes love the rugged charm
Eat so much octopus I'm 'bout to grow another arm