Moselle

(앨범: WWCD - 2019)

[Conway the Machine:]
A landslide, nigga
Huh, this shit is, this shit is a landslide, nigga

Uh, this the theme music for the pie stretchers (Whip up)
I whipped five, I got five extras (Hah)
Three Everybody is F.O.O.D tapes, a trifecta (Cap)
Show these niggas in the game how to apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga)
All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh)
Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up (You see the neck, bitch)
Landsliding on niggas, don't even try to catch us
Hollow tips flying out of my Heckler (Brr)
We came a long way from that Digiscale
That shit too small to weigh up the shit I sell (Hahaha)
Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel
Y'all ain't the only niggas getting money, boy, we rich as well (Hah)
Rich as hell, shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Sniffing yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell (Smell shit)
Before I left Cali, I sent the bale (Haha)
Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it, it's in the mail"
I leave a nigga living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr)
Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too, that bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too)
I'm stacking all the profit off of every brick I sell (Cap)
I bet you pussy niggas wish I fail (Hahaha)

[Benny the Butcher:]
Ah, hand on my clip, we animals, dismantle my strip
I'm 5'8" but 6'11" if I stand on my bricks
I cancel y'all quick with the Glock I shoot cannonballs with (Doot, doot, doot)
I sat in prison, walking the yard, just planning all this (Ah)
Uh, unknown location, I got thirty Os (I got thirty Os)
'Cause I'm too smart for that stash in the dirty clothes
I'm in the kitchen counting cash, does she disturb me? No
Revenge a dish for greedy niggas, you gotta serve it cold (Suckers)
I had to move where the climate hot (Hot)
I took the money off the corner and invested that in private stock
Bet you know I still run the kinda spot (Yeah)
Hustlers buy the bricks in the back and the front is just a tire shop (Ah)
Big guns, ain't no quiet shots (Ain't no quiet shots)
I'll be fine if you die or not, plus I'm equipped if a riot pop (We got guns, nigga)
I threw the whole clip but he survived the shots (Brr)
I guess my aim was on but the timing not (Damn)
Felony shit, you can never be clipped (Nigga)
One night stands with women I would never be with
My OG putting me on, he love telling me shit
Said, "Black men in America could never be rich", The Butcher

[Westside Gunn:]
Flygod
Ayo, rocking wonders (Ah)
Wondering if I should rock John Undercover for the whole summer
Pole with the scratched numbers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
We wore Fear of Gods to the last supper (Ah)
Too much coke, I made the Pyrex glass suffer
House of the Very Islands, styling
Dope piling on China, put the.40 to him, started firing (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Plain Jane, said I'm ahead of my time again (Ahead of my time again)
Back whipping them nines again, back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt)
Ran out of Sweet Chick, blew the nigga head back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Jetta to the Beverly Center
Bloodstains in the fifth seat, gave the blick to valet
Now you rich, M16 vicious, don't come my way, I spray (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I'm out in Tribeca bagging up yay
Paint all on my North Face, the worst case, I'ma be rich
Collina Strada my bitch (Huh?), I'm on the yard on my drip (Huh?)
I had the Audemars wrist (Huh?), the Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?)
You better have my commissary or you getting that biz (Ah)
Jewelry out with my kids