Lucha Bros - Westside Gunn, Curren$y, Benny the Butcher

Give me my shit while I’m on the ground

I don’t want no pie in the sky

Brr

Ayo, fuck nigga don’t come outside

The new king of New York, nigga

Fuck nigga don’t come outside

Ayo, ayo

Fuck nigga don’t come outside

Ayo, grandma pleadin', please put the triple beam up (Ah)

TEC with the red beam hangin' out the Bimmer (Brr, brr, brr, skrt)

Steam versus Flair, how dare you try to be us

«Please, West, I’ma bring her back, I need a teaser» (Ah)

Kicks look dirty out the box (Out the box)

Bitches like, «I heard he with the rock» (I heard he with the rock)

lookin' like a drop (Skrt)

Amiris with the bandana got a knot (Got a knot)

Whipped a whole extra brick, was Kenny Omega (Whip)

Megabus for 20, I be tryna dodge the letters (Ah)

Please pray for me, I ain’t tryna see a stretcher (Ah)

Please pray for me, all week I wore Stella

I swear to God, I got pulled over with the stupid load (Stupid load)

They ain’t check the trunk though (Uh uh, they ain’t check the trunk though)

I flip shits like the Lucha Bros (Lucha Bros)

Right out the front door (Ah, right out the front door)

Mexican Rey Fénix with the Lucha Brothers is the best tag team on the planet

Cero miedo puto, you know baby, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, the best in the last one, yeah, yeah

Fourth Rope

I wish it was a government plot and not a nigga from the same block

That walked down on my homie and gave him them shots

It ain’t safe on the set, niggas ain’t thorough

They see you as a threat 'cause they don’t believe in they self

A couple knots in my sweats, Swiss army knife Corvette

The top retract like that, the street lights in my diamonds react

Ignited the pack, I put a pen in the paper stack

Some of us still really rap

Some of us don’t talk about it unless we really did that

Tell me what your man did on the them streets

Them hood tales ain’t your own, boy

You was at home when the heist went down successfully

Nobody hit your phone and told you to come get your cut

Boy, you’s a duck, you was sittin' up

You ain’t never set shit up, ain’t connect no dots to get no paper picked up

Yet you expectin' to be big upped

And to be considered as a member when real ones is in the picture

My nigga, give that shit up, I skipped on that Benz truck

The Cullinan was sicker, Rey Mysterio

Smokin' a J on the top rope, east side hero

It’s sweet but it’s not though, Ultimo Dragon

Gold Daytons on the Chevy wagon (Skrt)

Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga, ah

This shit gettin' easier and easier to me

It’s a shame at how desperate y’all niggas becomin'

Only willin' to help unless y’all benefit from it

We used to didn’t have enough weed to fill up the Dutches

Now I’m countin' digits with hustlers, havin' business discussions

We already bosses, y’all cry over petty losses

Went to war with my foes, black roses in every coffin

My plug made that white girl famous in every market

Like Simon turned a regular chick to Kelly Clarkson

Look, you gettin' game from them, it’s gon' stagnate you

But with the shit you learn from me, it’s gon' graduate you

This the shit I make her masturbate to

'Cause I’m too rich to fuck her, that’s how cocky this cash’ll make you

Hoes say these bags made me mad ungrateful

When you gettin' so much chicken that none of these bitches fascinate you

You know it’s real when everybody in rap debate you

Since I lived it, I’m who street niggas gravitate to

Yeah, rap niggas shook, all your favorites duck me

Feds say it’s talent, I just say you lucky

You gon' die if they say you touched me

Guy used to tuck in his iron but lions’ll never play with monkeys

Fuck what you sold, I still call it trash

I did it without a deal, and I still caught a bag

All my niggas went harder when them bills caught up fast

Now hustlers come to my shows to get their scales autographed

Nigga