Conway the Machine - Fentanyl

[Verse] Double 0-2's, the black and red Geigers (huh?) I clap the back his head, rapid lead fire I don't care what a rapper said, they're liars They don't want smoke, they pussy, they wouldn't dare try us (they don't want smoke, nigga) Lambo is black and red, spare buyer (BOOM!) Bitch with me look like a early career Mya (HA!) Get out of pocket, I'ma crack his egg Have niggas eternally nappin' like he dead tired (hahahaha!) Uh, you eternally sleep (woo!) I'll leave ya momma with the burden of grief for the words that you speak Uh, smokin' like B-Real burnin' Khalif (what up my nigga?) 200 P's, told the plug I'll return every week (I'll be back) Uh, I don't know where niggas heard it was sweet You throw shots, we returnin' a three (BO-BOOM!) I go and shop, I put fur on my freak I'm in the spot, Gucci socks, purple mink Even bag the bitch servin' me drinks (talk to 'em) Uh, shooters do you dirt for cheap I'd rather do that murder discreet, so niggas never heard it was me I don't fuck with niggas, so it's real if you heard that we link Blink on my hip, hoppin' out black Suburban with flee (woo!) Or push the Rover, I got it off the shit I cook with soda I got in this rap game and I took it over (it's my shit) Check the stats homie, look it over (HUH?) City put on my shoulders Yeah, right on top where the bullet hole was 2000 for the boy slippers Yeah, Le Chemin Du Roi sippers, no fentanyl, boy flippers Tanks in the wall got the Koi fishes (HUH?) Oyster dishes, pullin' off in Royces, nigga (VROOM!) And I put that on Royce, my nigga, I will hoist this blinker When you talkin' to me, lower your voice my nigga Yeah, please think it's a game I will throw all this shit away, when I squeeze 3 in ya frame, pussy