Spurs 3

(album: From King To A GOD - 2020)

[Conway The Machine:]
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Griselda

Look, detectives combing through the hood looking for a corpse
Draco hitting, I don't think your body can endure the force (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I whip the fish up with a fucking hanger or a fork (Whip up)
Told that bitch go ahead, sniff what you want, it's plenty more to snort (Sniff)
I had an outstanding warrant for a short
Turned myself in rocking Louis and all my jewelry, I wore to court (Hahahaha)
Cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche
He said, "This car must be a hundred-K", I said, "You forty short" (I said you short)
My nigga dropping bodies for the sport
Violate us, got tragedy written all over it like the war report (Ha)
Most of you rap niggas, I pistol whip you or extort
I'm the Machine, I fuck bitches you can't afford to court
Y'all clout chasing, every verse, you name dropping
Tagging niggas in your post, hoping that they comment back and at you in it
I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas
I honestly don't give no fucks about being friends with a rapper nigga (Not at all)
Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (Huh)
You can see me and Gunn influencing all the music these niggas making
Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (Go and ask 'em, nigga)
Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (Uh huh)
Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess
Lotta albums are suddenly starting to feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (Ha)
Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning
About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous
'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (Huh)
Now reality TV bitches keep saying I'm gorgeous (What up, baby?)
I got the flooded AP, my jeweller saying it's flawless
That's probably cap, but what he asking, I'ma pay it regardless (Hahahaha)
Every other day it's menages, racing garages
Made the bitch suck this dick until she say she exhausted (I didn't say you finished)
Keep a shooter with me that don't mind taking the charges
Basically, May Street made me this heartless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, don't ever try to play me (Don't ever try to play me, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You know what time it is, baguette AP (Ah)
I go to sleep with the MAC (Brr), wake up, brush my teeth with the MAC (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eating nachos
First nigga touch the TV getting stabbed, word to Michael, pick one (Ah)
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, MAC-10 (Brr, brr, brr)
Dropping niggas broad day like (Brr, dropping niggas broad day like)
Ayo, you know I'm the GOAT (Ah)
Hit at least five niggas, wash the MAC with the soap (Brr, brr)
I ain't never going back, free Cease, free Soaks (Free my niggas)
Anybody you see out there, just shoot, let 'em know (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
My side bitch bout me a TEC-9 with a boat (Ah)
Tucked it in the Chrome Heart in case a nigga want war (In case a nigga want war)
I took the tablets down to 'Bama, had the best for the low (Ah)
Bianmars, snow boots on with no snow (Uh)
Four-four long, we on, he gotta go, he gotta go (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Benny The Butcher:]
Yo, for pots with powder 'round the edges, this the grind that I perfected (Uh huh)
I had to dodge a lot of questions from crooked homicide detectives
In a raid, white boys with vest-es, powder 'round the exits (Remember that)
Sawed-off shotgun, double barrel, I filed it down symmetric (Nigga, uh)
Yeah, I snap a finger, Scram clap the nina (Clap the nina)
You lost your bitch, I haven't seen her, the cash I bring in attracting singers (Hahahaha)
A bag of heaters in the back of Bimmers (Skrrt)
Cocaine, there go Chain like DMC in them black Adidas
I remember when it was dirt cheap (Uh hu)
I don't know what you gon' name this, but it's sounding like "Spurs 3" (Sound like "Spurs 3")
I earned keep now everybody tryna get a verse free (Damn)
Jewels like we do Travis Scott numbers the first week, keep up
I don't mention y'all niggas' names, pillow talking, playing lil' games (I don't do that)
This a man's world, you at your best when you middle aged (A man's world)
Streets waiting, if I don't drop, all the hustlers gon' get enraged (They waitin')
Room full of bitches, first we gon' fuck 'em, then get on stage (Ah)
Who knew, I up and married the game (Yo), ain't get engaged (Uh-uh)
On the prison yard, next to a jack like a ten of spades (Nigga)
Griselda, we applying the pressure into the game (Uh huh)
These rap niggas talk greasy on tracks and then explain, pussy