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westside gunn & conway - anybody lyrics

[intro]
yeah n-gga
reject n-gga
machine b-tch
daringer, you already know
we do what we do what we do n-gga
griselda, by fashion rebels

[verse 1: conway]
reject sh-t, it’s the machine b-tch
pull up on you, 50 shot magazine rip
n-ggas be talkin’, but i don’t feel threatened
where’s your weapon? you can’t fit a gun in them f-ckin’ leggings n-gga
they figured i’d be down and out
they talkin’ about money, but couldn’t pull a thousand out
n-gga tellin’, they let the coward out, i found it out
i had him smokin’, he wasn’t even an hour out
lit the swisher then put the sour out
then go in the booth blackened like a power out
reject, they waitin’ for me to finish it
balmain denim drawers is limited
this for them n-ggas with 20 year sentences
young n-ggas jumpin’ out the van with extended sh-t
look, daringer what it is?
get a word, i’ma put a bullet in his wig
run everything

[hook]
anybody can get it, i got it on me now, homie you can get it
you n-ggas talkin’, but i live it
i pull up on you, you gon’ feel it n-gga
i ain’t with the talkin’, i ain’t with the dissin’
you f-ck around, you gon’ come up missin’ n-gga
and anybody can get it, anybody can get it n-gga

[verse 2: conway]
d-mn, you can’t run a brick, but you still sellin’ nicks in the rain
you 36 and a lame, they don’t mention your name
i pull up with extendo the clip and the hang
dump a clip where you hang, you think this sh-t is a game my n-gga? [stop playin’ n-gga]
your mouth gon’ get you f-ckin’ k!lled
you livin’ off a reputation that your brother built
i got this sh-t sewed like a f-ckin’ quilt
steam the broccoli, the glock in the versace belt
s.e. gang, f-ck everybody else
caught him by himself, the chopper made his body melt
a fifth of vodka on the shelf, smokin’ cali it gotta melt
you can tell the sour from how it smelled
i’m that n-gga, that’s how i felt
as far as rhymin’ goes, this sh-t is like a lion runnin’ down an elk
i’m a giant, you a f-ckin’ elf
all i need is this iron n-gga f-ck the help, conway

[verse 3: conway]
these n-ggas ain’t the machine
i come through and paint the scene, red hk with the laser beam
thirty shots wake your baby, make your lady scream
you f-ck n-ggas rockin’ old navy jeans
it’s ’bout to be a long night, put the wax in the bong, hit it twice
stay in your lane if you want to live a long life
the b-tches get long pipe all night, the 9-11 porche white
still go to onyx, throw up 20 like lebron on an off night
you at your momma house, they ’bout to cut off lights
but every other verse you rappin’ like you off white
you do it like me, movie time, i’m spike lee
bad white b-tch like ice-t
bag the rock and 501’s in a white tee
but i paid $750 for the nikes

[outro]
and that goes for any one of you f-ck n-ggas man. you’re not… ayo, i’ma keep it 100. i’m so tired of you b-tch -ss n-ggas keep talkin’ and runnin’ your mouth like f-ckin’ d-ck suckers n-gga. can’t none of you n-ggas f-ck with me man. i don’t know what the f-ck is wrong with you n-ggas man. man ya’ll n-ggas need a bundle. you can get a bundle n-gga, get in the hood n-gga

[skit]
alright? alright? d-mn. now we just gon’ find these little marks and smoke ’em. sh-t ain’t that hard. as long as it ain’t no cop. look, i ain’t k!llin’ no kids or no old folks aight?
ay man, who the f-ck [?]
sh-t n-gga, i’ll smoke anybody. i just don’t give a f-ck. i’m gon’ hit this sh-t n-gga

- westside gunn conway lyrics

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