文本歌词

John Woo Flick (Explicit) - Conway the Machine/BENNY THE BUTCHER/Westside Gunn
Lyrics by：Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
Composed by：Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
Look tell them rap n***as we takin' over had to change the flow up
Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa
Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda
Pray to Jehovah K with the shoulder strap spray it's over
Brr
Wait hold up if I say so spray your Rover
Spray the fold up n***as good fellas like Ray Liotta
Hah
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Brr
Shooter sniff the yay he need to wake his nose up
Cash
I'm from the East side them n***as over there be wildin'
Uh huh
And catchin' bodies throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers
Talk to 'em
I'm lookin' at these rap n***as like Is there a problem
What's poppin' n***a
I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson
Woo
Kush in the morning drink my 'gnac in the day
I'm tired of hearin' old n***as talk about back in the day
F**k outta here
I ride around with two things that's a MAC and a K
Act like I'm playin' I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away
Brr brr brr brr
Uh yeah I need to see the money pile over
Uh huh
My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver
Boom boom boom
Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor
I'm Kobe Bryant on my team I'm the f**kin' closer n***a
Machine
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Yeah s**t real n***a uh
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
The whole house heard that s**t n***a
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Hit everything n***a make sure you hit everything n***a empty them clips homie
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Brr brr brr brr yeah boom boom boom
Daringer compared to RZA
I'm compared to n***as that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors
Hold that
Courtside watchin' the Wizards Cartiers expensive
Uh huh
Air the extended
Uh huh
Have you layin' somewhere in intensive
Brr brr ah
I swing this MAC I'm clearin' the fences
Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons
N***a
The trap empty all I had kitchenware and a biscuit
That's it
I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it
Uh huh
This for my n***as in the Fed max who pray daily
I 'member that
My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty
Brr
That's Wayne Perry s**t y'all n***as Wayne Bradys
Y'all p***y huh
I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me
What's poppin'
These OGs 'round me real veterans
Facts
My shooters real reckless it take a lot for me to feel threatened
N***a
In interviews they askin' real questions
Like what
Like Is you still hustlin'
In videos you usin' real weapons
No comment
If it's time to clip you we the ones to move
I got the call about it before I seen it on the news
Ah
Light brown interior the seats peanut butter too
The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you
Uh you a rat n***a
Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk
Hit with a hawk
Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork
Uh huh
Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York
That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
The Butcher n***a ah
Ayo no bricks in the Off White RIMOWA
Them s**ts see through we rock it for the culture
Bodies on each pole keep actin' like you know us
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Beautiful nightmares we runnin' out of soda
So much Dior Homme thought I was Kim Jones
F**k it cop me an island dip the Benz in gold
Skrrt
Cook another brick then the kitchen closed
Ah
Ran up in his locker take that n***a phone
Ah
Catch him in his cell my ahk sprayed him up
Brr
He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
MachineGun in the summer still wearin' gloves
B O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods
Insh***** I see a hundred
Get caught with it I'll be home in three summers
Ah
Get caught without it might not live to speak about it
My n***a still got forty he might not leave up out it
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Yeah s**t real n***a uh
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
The whole house heard that s**t n***a
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Hit everything n***a make sure you hit everything n***a empty them clips homie
Sprayed eighty the baby woke up
Brr brr brr brr yeah boom boom boom