Pat La Fontaine

[Intro: Conway]
Yeah, Hall & Nash nigga
(Spraying at you bitch niggas, man, haha)
Free all the real niggas (Brrt)
Rest in peace to all the real niggas
(You know what it is, nigga)
Yeah, murder shit nigga (Daringer, nigga)
Get down or lay down bitch nigga
You know what it is nigga
Lock and load, nigga
(You already know nigga, fuck everybody, nigga)
Look (Brrt)

[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 bitches say, "daddy you got the juice
My kicks was a deuce, now two-hundred, true
Wax, burn a Swisher or Goose, I'm the truth
The official niggas salute
I kill everything Daringer produce
Smokin' Cali with the sun out
Cop pulled me over, I ain't put the blunt out
Said he heard the Rari when I spun out
I got a call, said my work was 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 bitch niggas huddle up
I pistol whip you then piss in your double cup
Fuck it, give you the whole drum
Nigga I'm easy to find, you know where I'm from
Niggas 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, you know

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ringside, Pacquiao/Mayweather
Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather
All navy baby, TEC 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
Bitches see the big chains so they flock
Beat the nigga 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 bullshit don't swim
My connects shootin' bricks with no rim
This nigga paid me with a '010
Smoke it out a Faygo can, nigga no stem
I'm fuckin' filthy, real niggas can feel me
Kill me and leave me alone, I'm in the ring
Versace vest, Razor Ramon
With razor under the tongue, raise the eight and you're done

[Outro]
Shit, they say they're dipped in sauce
A nugget ain't a nugget 'til it's dipped in sauce motherfucker
You know what it is, S.E. Gang
Bang, bang motherfucker
This what it is, what up ChineGun?
Gunner, pap pap and all that
Shit, Conway, yeah, Westside Gunn
We from the slums, Bufftown baby