Free Shots - Westside Gunn & DJ Drama

(Conductor, we have a problem!)

Oh, Lord (C-C)

Oh, Lord

Blink twice if you in danger

(Statik Selektah)

Oh, nah

You niggas don't want no problems

Gangsta Grillz

Not around here

Ayo, Margiela's with the zipper on, blue tips and shin bones (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Million off of flip phones, Rose gold wrist on

Even in hell flames, I wouldn't even piss on

My shooter get his sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on (Woo)

Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue (Ah)

Next to the stove, the tarp's in the bathroom (Woo)

Chainsaw the body, left his arm in the sink

You might miss somethin' if you blink, let it sink

Lamborghini Jeep, kept the doors off in Costa Rica (Skrrt)

Hopped out, Canali gloves on the street sweeper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Out of sight, out of mind, that's why I stay beach hoppin'

Tell the haters "Suck a dick", I hope they keep watchin'

Yeah, muffler on the sub (Conductor), sound like Dougie Fresh beatboxin' (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Yeah, sellin' fent' that had the fiends detoxin' (Uh-huh)

The MAC, shotty, four pound, I got three options (I got options)

To show his casket in, connect named Sebastian (Uh-huh)

Two-hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in ('Kay)

Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? (What else?)

My homie in the supermax 'til he max out (Free my nigga)

Have my bitch countin' money 'til she passed out

So much money, hundred-dollar bills I could pass out (Hahaha)

Still got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)

Uh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ha)

A pussy nigga get me mad, I'ma lash out (Uh-huh)

We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out, Machine

Ayo, ayo, look

Those niggas, those is lil' niggas, man

Don't forget that, nigga (Hahaha)

Those niggas, those niggas

Them niggas is lil' niggas to us, man

Hall and Nash, bitch (Brr)

Griselda