Westside Gunn - Benz Window lyrics

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Westside Gunn - Benz Window lyrics

[Production by Daringer] [Intro] You know how we can purchase a couple of TEC-9, semi-automatics, extended magazines? Hold on, who? TEC-9's? The f** for? It's a family problem [Hook: Conway] Give them n***as the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done [Verse 1: Conway] Pyrex pot, got the yola resi' Shoot a fifteen with the sweeper hold it steady James Patterson with the pen, I'm writing thrillers I write it for k**ers, they treat my words like Bible scriptures Had the youngin fire the blicka Tryna peel the cap for that contract he never seen that type of scrilla I ain't like these weirdo rappers, I'm a psycho n***a Grimy like Tyson in the ninetie n***a, you Bryson Tiller Homie that's on dogs i never liked you n***as Hit you with some sh** outta this automatic rifle n***a Praise me, I'm like christ to n***as Them large n***as was blind i dropped the sh** and gave sight to n***as Load the M-16 rocking Supreme Nowadays they don't make diss songs, they making memes Till i find them and run down on and 'em and let it ring b**h there ain't a rapper alive f**ing with the machine [Hook: Conway] Give them n***as the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done [Verse 2: Conway] The shooter squeezing, he a heathen when he snort M-16 reaching leave you bleeding on your porch Look you keep running your dicks**ers that's the reason you a corpse