Fendi Seats (feat. Conway The Machine & Big Ghost Ltd)

Westside Gunn

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    Look, Machine, bitch, I kill movements
    I will snap, promise you, scrap, I will lose it
    Strapped with this big ass MAC, I will use it
    Pop him, then pop him again, he still movin'
    Niggas got all these fantasies about coke sales
    Okay, my nigga, whatever make ya boat sail
    But me, I don't speak about the shit I don't sell
    I'm a SE G, I don't ride coattails
    All it take is a phone call made
    Four goons, four K's get ya porch sprayed
    I'm just tryna see my name on a Forbes page
    My new shit sound like something the Lord made
    A fuck nigga can't shake my hand
    And it's fuck any nigga if he snaked my man
    You dickride when you see me, you straight my fan
    I will slap you like a bitch till I break my hand, my nigga
    Haha, mad resi on my digi
    Squares with the stamp in the middle, they smellin' pissy
    Nigga in the hood talkin' all crazy, I'm like: Who is he?
    Gave my youngin' the 30 shot, told him to get busy
    Can't touch me or my slime, hands-off policy
    Niggas gon' riot in the city if a nigga body me
    So think before you niggas throw a shot at me
    No respect, goons outside the church where yo momma be
    It gotta be like that, I know a nigga, let his pipe clap
    They gave him 25 to life
    He appealed it and gave them crackers that life back
    Eighteen in and seven left, then he back just like he never left
    50 pull ups on the bar, now he's on his 11th set (Hahahaha)

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    Ayo, now that I got your attention, I'd like to mention I'm gifted
    Purple Label suspenders, MAC-11 extended
    Runnin' with killas, Margielas on menaces, dealing fish
    Using too much soda was ignorant
    Mind ya business or ya brains gon' hit the ceiling, Allah willing
    I can count a half a billion on a yacht chillin', rockin Louis linen
    Who he kiddin'? You couldn't tie the strings of my Europeans
    See 'em, shoot his BM in the BM
    I had to leave 'em, leakin', stinkin'
    Almost threw up, you shoulda seen it
    Diadora Purple Tape's screechin', I hopped the fence
    Jumped in the GL Benz, Cartiers, no lens
    My nigga started reachin'
    Make sure you hit every muh'fucker in sight
    Throw them shits in Lake Erie tonight
    He said: Chill God, aight

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