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Land o' Lakes
Conway feat.Busta Rhymes
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Yeah
Yeah
This shit is effortless, nigga
Let me see what I got
Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake, shit was Land o'Lake
Bandana on face, blammin' at ya nanna' place (Boom, boom, boom!)
Hold the K with the banana straight (Brr)
And if your life don't end, at least a limb they'll have to amputate
Uh, kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's Palsy, but bitches still love my handsome face (What up, baby?)
Conway, this shit is like Deontay Wilder versus a Bantamweight (uh)
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break (Haah)
Bricks from the cartel, stamped with the naked lady (Cap)
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby (Brrrr)
You hear the classic shit I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy, the kid with the twisted face the new face of Shady (That's me, nigga!)
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede (Uhuh)
Shit was all bulletproof like Luke Cage
Bitches tell me I'm the new wave (I'm that nigga!)
On West McNichols, I'm eatin' New Wave (What up though?)
My Joy Road niggas ride with two K's (What up though?)
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves (Uhuh)
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in his two Live Crew days (Haaah)
She can't suck this dick again if she ain't swallow (Uhuh)
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles (You see 'em)
Uh, how you talkin' money when ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body, then your brain follow (Woooo)
West my brother, gotta get through me to get to him (Uhuh)
Gotta get through me before you get to Em (Machine!)
Ain't drop an album yet, already 'bout to hit a M (I'm on it, man)
It's gettin' spooky for these rappers, shit is gettin' grim (It's ugly)
I'm from a hood where bodyin' shit is a must
Now I'm up, bad bitches like Rihanna what I lust (talk to 'em)
Uh, you better off payin' homage, you know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
Yo, prepare for the massacre, KILL the driver and KILL the passenger, uh
No prisoners this year, somebody call the medical examiner (Huh)
Complicate your cardiovascular, it's the ambassador (Huh)
Of sledgehammerin' niggas 'fore I throw 'em over the banister (Huh)
And stuffin' every body part up inside of a small canister (Hoo)
Instead of Jeru, they call me (I hate you!) the Damager (Hoo)
And while we here, look, lil' homie, handle ya business, bruh
(I'm not your fuckin' friend) we can be cool after I'm finished, bruh (Hah)
Completely different sides of the spectrum, see what the distance does
Separate the dealers from the fiends, go 'head and sniff the drugs (Hoo)
Two types of different human beings bleedin' different bloods
Ignite the sickest bud
Leave 'em layin' right where the witness was
Way the Gods'll fuck shit up, niggas callin' me religious thug (HA!)
How I broke shit up, niggas'll spaz the way the bitches bug
And then the witness runs back for cover and they compliments it
Then they compliments me because I let 'em live to (document it!)
Uh huh, yeah (the topic is too toxic)
I'm lockin' it down with the Boom Bap, it's so hard for me to stop it (Huh)
(Haa!) Nigga, change bitch, I change (ha!) the game quick
Y'all say the same shit (HA!)
Y'all look like the same flick, same prick (Boo)
How you gettin' bread when ya pitchin' on the same strip? Strange clique (ha!)
No need to frown, y'all go down on the same chick (ha!), brain sick (hoo)
It keeps callin' my name that type hunger I undergo
Bus-a-Bus up in this bitch, got beat soundin' like herd of Buffalo