作词 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas 作曲 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr) Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash) I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (Uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's poppin', nigga?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (**** outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the ****in' closer, nigga (Machine)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine] Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
[Bridge: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher] Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh) Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga) The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it) I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh) This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr) That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y'all pussy, huh) I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (What's poppin'?) These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts) My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga) In interviews, they askin' real questions (Like what?) Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (No comment) If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah) Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga) Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk) Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh) Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault The Butcher, nigga, ah
[Verse 3: Westside Gunn] Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones **** it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt) Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah) Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah) Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (Brr) He did it for some oil and a prayer rug MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods Inshallah, I see a hundred Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (Ah) Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it
[Chorus: Conway the Machine] Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas [00:00.954] 作曲 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas [00:01.909][Verse 1: Conway the Machine] [00:13.210]Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up [00:17.232]Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa [00:19.996]Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda [00:23.260]Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr) [00:26.715]Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover [00:29.977]Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah) [00:33.238]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr) [00:36.688]Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash) [00:39.951]I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (Uh-huh) [00:42.837]And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em) [00:46.354]I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's poppin', nigga?) [00:49.618]I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo) [00:52.633]Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day [00:54.899]I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (**** outta here) [00:58.162]I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K [01:01.678]Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr) [01:04.683]Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh) [01:08.699]My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom) [01:11.962]Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor [01:15.980]I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the ****in' closer, nigga (Machine) [01:18.745] [01:18.996][Chorus: Conway the Machine] [01:19.998]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) [01:26.209]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga) [01:32.984]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie) [01:39.762]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom) [01:42.267] [01:43.775][Bridge: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher] [01:45.281]Daringer compared to RZA [01:47.286]I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that) [01:51.004]Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh) [01:54.262]Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah) [01:57.280] [01:57.782][Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] [01:58.538]I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences [02:00.409]Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga) [02:04.178]The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it) [02:07.192]I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh) [02:10.456]This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) [02:13.722]My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr) [02:16.868]That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y'all pussy, huh) [02:20.383]I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (What's poppin'?) [02:23.394]These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts) [02:25.902]My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga) [02:29.386]In interviews, they askin' real questions (Like what?) [02:32.140]Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (No comment) [02:35.656]If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move [02:38.918]I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah) [02:42.685]Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too [02:45.194]The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga) [02:48.713]Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk) [02:51.979]Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh) [02:54.991]Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York [02:58.005]That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault [03:01.520]The Butcher, nigga, ah [03:03.025] [03:03.452][Verse 3: Westside Gunn] [03:03.703]Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA [03:05.710]Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture [03:08.476]Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [03:11.744]Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda [03:14.757]So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones [03:18.268]**** it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt) [03:21.786]Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah) [03:25.230]Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah) [03:28.243]Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (Brr) [03:31.664]He did it for some oil and a prayer rug [03:34.925]MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves [03:37.836]B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods [03:41.346]Inshallah, I see a hundred [03:44.361]Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (Ah) [03:47.624]Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it [03:50.888]My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it [03:53.903] [03:54.404][Chorus: Conway the Machine] [03:55.405]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) [04:01.821]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga) [04:08.603]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie) [04:18.138]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
