Spurs lyrics

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
These n*ggas still tryin' to amount to us
Puffin' the sour dutch while I'm countin' up
I was down on my luck, now I'm clouded up
Jumpin' out of trucks in Giuseppe kicks that's a thousand plus
My city wild as f*ck, bodies pilin' up
Now we dealin' with Donald Trump, they gotta count on us
I'm in the kitchen whippin' powder up to get my momma up
Out of the slums and my medallion bust
Pound for pound, the best around is us
I never argue or get loud with a n*gga I can't reach out and touch
Got the plug number and I dialed it up
About a month later, I showed up to my town servin' 'em out the trunk
Rock hard, but we gon' pound 'em up, ground 'em to dust
All about a buck, douse with cut so the powder could fluff, uhh
You ever been found in your house with the stuff
Nosey neighbors watchin'
While the D's walk you out in them cuffs?
Lobster tail for me, quarter pounder for her
And I'm cheap, so that's all she allowed 'til I f*ck
Before we dip, Camino said, "bring the pound or the pump?"
He brought 'em both and a quarter stuffed down in his dunks
Ahhh

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Griselda...
Hollow tips inside my cartridge
Griselda like the Spurs, and addin' Benny is like we signin' Aldridge
That brick of white I'm tryin' to buy and off it
Designer sh*t inside my closet, the b*tches say I'm fly and gorgeous
We down in Miami flyin' Porsches
My shooter got the stick, he gon' fire off it, have you lyin' awkward
It's that new God flow, the most high exalted
They love me like Dame Lillard when I fly to Portland
With my project b*tch, I told her try the swordfish
After we eat, I'm tryin' to f*ck her until I'm exhausted
Break the squares down, I divide in portion
Tryin' to flip and stack enough that I could buy the Dolphins
I'm beefin' with a n*gga, I ain't tryin' to squash it
That sniper rifle high powered like the Giants offence
His head is flyin' over his shoulders, I fire torches
I'm paintin' pictures so vivid, they wanna buy the portrait
Look, even right now the shooter's out
No back and forth on a record, I'm tryin' to shoot it out
I was 15, skippin' school tryna move a ounce
Bagged it all in 20's, it was gone before school let out
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, you can't afford 'em
I got the cheapest bricks in the city 'cause I import 'em
n*ggas tryin' to trap in my hood, then I extort 'em
Keep the blicky close and I promise you I will torch 'em
Motherf*cker
[Outro]
Look, does a police commissioner seem genuinely surprised by this ranking?
Yeah, I think he was, there was no question about it
Obviously everything that Daniel DeRenda has seen thus far over the years points to
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