Conway - Pat La Fontaine lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Hall and Nash n***a Free all the real n***as Rest in peace to all the real n***as Murder sh** n***a Get down or lay down b**h n***a You know what it is n***a You already know n***a [Verse 1: Conway] Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof Body you, bring back a finger for proof I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof, a fifth of deuce My b**hes say daddy you got the juice My kicks was a deuce, now 200 true wax burner Swish or a Goose, I'm the truth The official n***as salute I k** everything Daringer produce Smokin' Cali with the sun out, cop pulled me over, I ain't put the blunt out Said he heard the riot when I spun out I got a call, said my work is finna run out All my kicks I get a month before they come out Pull a drum out and rung out, knock a lung out They sayin' Reject is too evil The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel Tell them b**h n***as how to look I pistol whip you then piss in your double cup f** it, give you the whole drum n***a I'm easy to find, you know where I'm from n***as sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy Armani V-Neck, grey Yeezy It's the S.E. Gang, gun long as a hockey stick, Pat La Fontaine [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Aye yo Ringside, Pacquiao/Mayweather Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather All navy baby tech spray better My work costs more cuz it tastes better The Reese's is sly greens, the pig bacon and Thai peas The Miguels, the Pops, mayo jars layin' in the pot Told the fiends, "the bell broke," so they knock My Louis straight on the rocks b**hes see the big chains so they flock Beat the n***a in B block with a mop Supreme bucket on like a sailor At Bergdorf gettin' tailored Wrist on ice like the Whalers You better watch what they sell ya I'll bet that bullsh** don't swim My connects shootin' bricks with no rim This n***a paid me with a '010 Smoke it out a [?] can, n***a no stem I'm f**in' filthy, real n***as can feel me k** me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring Versace vest, Razor Ramon, with a razor under the tongue Raise the eight and you're done [Outro] sh**, they say they're dipped in sauce. A nugget ain't a nugget 'til it's dipped in sauce motherf**er. You know what it is. S.E. Gang. Bang, bang motherf**er. This what it is. What up Chine Gun? Gunner pap pap, and all that. sh**, Conway. Yeah, Westside Gunn. We from the slums. Buff time baby