Mach-Hommy - Chyna lyrics

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Mach-Hommy - Chyna lyrics

[Conway] Look Smack your favorite rapper's teeth down his f**ing throat Gun big enough to sink a f**ing boat Wash the lobster down with a cup of pain Ice on my wrist like it was f**ing sprained [Westside Gunn] Just copped the Rollie with all ones Mustard Goldyard duffel with all guns (x2) [Conway] Play the corner 350s is pirate black Young-in like to fire his strap I admire that [Westside Gunn] ? frying panda cracks Stone river jumpsuits, supreme air max Throwing hair cracks [Conway] Throwing lead, blow his dreads back Gave my lil' shooter the go ahead Go ahead, push homie head back Don't compare stats You won't never find another flow and pair that Flow is near crack As ours At all [Westside Gunn] 6 in the morning and still whippin First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him (x2) We hid the burners in the kitchen 800 worth of commissary for extensions Leave your front missing [Conway] k**a Tome? like Mad Max he just want victims Banana clip stick out the side of the sticks My jit will slide on you quick I let him fire the blick [Westside Gunn] I was only 16 going half on the stick Then I turned 19 went half on a brick I had a 40 in the 40-below you're just a fix? Ask around I'm the sh** [Mach Hommy] Wow I see what it take now Intelligenciaga on some balenciaga sh** with a tre-pound I bet your bottom b**h is a playground No interrogative, no pot to piss; that cause a n***a to spray rounds These n***as is brave now Griselda poppin' and my opposition about to get it with wraith style? Griselda fatigue tops? I heard your knees knock because you food like you fell off a tree top I'm ? like the scale up on Detox? Forget the beatbox Got the news chopper trailing the g-rock? We two timers headed for three times Your self esteem dies When y'all puntas get wet up for green dots That's word to the flowers on the PJ I flip the raw fish like ceviche I'll get your song lit like a DJ Wes get me to hit your dawg sh** like I'm Wee-Bey I whipped the Rolls ? on the freeway Your ? was malt liq with the seats flake Dutch Vanilla Glue is gorilla So what the f** they gonna do when Griselda come through they favela? No more debating about which crew is the illest You want a plate you gotta wait in line My A&R shoot up your building I got the ? and I'm chillin I got the ? with the suede all through the acrylic