Chef Dreds

(álbum: WWCD - 2019)

[Westside Gunn (Westside Pootie):]
Brr, ayo
(Flygod)

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, hanging out the Royce with the Russian (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Everybody ducking, only five niggas got hit, fuck it (Ah)
Halos over Palm Angels, watch for Lucifer (Ah)
I had the beam on the Draco, lunching (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[BENNY THE BUTCHER:]
Dumping, I threw the barrel at your pumpkin (Brr)
Puffing gelati, chilling, giving game to my younging
I told him that this shit don't come, that you gotta want it
And have that money back on time to me if I front it, ah (Let's go)
I pull that gun up, you slipping, you better run it
Shells, those feel like oatmeal, they sit in your stomach (Ah)
I came home and let back niggas bidding them numbers (Free my niggas)
I'm thinking 'bout which block that I'm killing this summer

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, Dior rocking, three fifty-seven to your throat popper (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He had to lay low, the streets watching
Two different color duct tapes, I bet the shit got cut
My shit swimming, made two to five now we winning
Catch me on the yard, creased up, waves spinning

[Conway the Machine:]
C.O. knocking at my cell, price on the linen
Look, you know the wheels got the big Bs (Uh huh)
The wrist freeze, diamonds dancing like Chris Breeze (Hahaha)
3500 my sneakers, you can't get these
After I nut, I made the bitch leave (Get out, bitch)

[BENNY THE BUTCHER:]
You know my wrist mean (Wrist mean), I double up if the brick clean (Let's go)
But now I get that for a sixteen
Ah, and I spend it like this dope from lotto
SIG throwing hollows, the bullets big as a Corona bottle (Brr)
It cost twenty bands for a convo
My niggas all capos, last time I cooked up, I wore a poncho (Ah)
Pulling up on your broad, pronto (What's poppin'?)
I fucked her once, she hit me the next day but the call blocked, though

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, all my jewels on, I'm in the two seater with the roof gone (Skrrt)
Bushmaster with the Raf straps, knock your shoes off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Air hole TEC blew off, no screw off
Headshot up close, his Just Don blew off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Conway the Machine:]
I pull the coupe off with two bitches in my new loft (Vroom)
Diamond tennis chains, VVSs, and a new cross
Bring your biggest gun, nigga, we can have a shoot-off (Ha)
Only hit three niggas, but, shit, I knocked two off (Brr)
We the upper echelon of the hard rappers (Ha)
The most sought-after, bar after bar after bar after
Bar, we raw like soft outta traffic
Nigga got out of pocket and my dawg clapped him (Ah, boom, boom, boom)

[BENNY THE BUTCHER:]
We the hardest 'til I'm laid in a coffin (Ah)
I never trade on the squadron
Came with a forklift, ah, we made niggas bosses
Doing it from the stage to the faucet
They know we the hardest, I hit valet and they parked it, uh (Uh huh)
They want the wave like a dolphin
What gangster is you talkin'? We don't play, we on offense
Stick you and throw your chains in the garbage
They know we the hardest (Let's go), use your brain before they torch it
Lock and load, and aim for the target
My niggas the hardest (Let's go)