No. 8

[Intro: Conway] Yeah, you know who the fuck it is Y'all niggas pussy man I see it No wonder you walk around fuckin' mad all day, you broke! [Verse 1: Conway] Ayo, Statik Selektah I got these niggas strappin' their vest up Bitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the Heckler My OG's said, don't let these rap niggas stress ya, uh Especially a nigga you had under pressure The Mac on the dresser, it had a compressor So you don't hear shit when it clappin it wet ya Out we lurkin' all day, and if I happen to catch ya, two things - black bag or a stretcher I'm back and I'm fresher, never been to college, nah Never had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa I'm straight nigga, writing down a set of weight nigga But I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga You just a rapper, stay in your place nigga Before I had the goons blickin at your wraith nigga Stay in your lane and be safe, nigga Or get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, no soul bitch sold my shit Your pockets got holes, I guess your cheese all Swiss Let me squeeze tech got it running like boat, nigga White stripes on the fatigue coat Fear of God high tops My rhyme's got a clean [?] [?] time stop I never idolized no nigga, never! Never been shook of no nigga, never! Took over the phones in the building 18th street stabbed the nigga a million times I've seen it with my own eyes He lost a bet on the Giants All you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin' No CO's, somebody need to mop the shit up [Verse 3: Termanology] Ayo, It's a stick up I'm in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid Every word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion I turn a shooter to a moving target Trying to cop a Louis carpet When I do this shopping for this new apartment The leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it Molly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it I'm just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle Rappers is broke, I'm going home to a Naomi Campbell Virgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle Holy water in my bathtub with gold Roman sandals I'll rock a room but I'll be rockin' all across the globe But rewind I had a stocking on ready to rob your gold I'm quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee Monogram Gucci, jacuzzi, now that's a future movie I'm Benny Blanco with a weapon running by the train Silencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins Hopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains, clocked a lot of fame And you lil pussy boys not the same 100 bottles in a week, celebrating life Gave the door man $100 just to shake the ice Pussy, I'll take your life from you with the rusty eight Earthquake your soul when I'm busting with this Russian K Selling eight balls your boy made a ton of cake Now we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8