Westside Gunn ft. Armani Caesar, Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher - 98 Sabres Lyrics

Shay, rest in peace ha, ha, ha, ha
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill just Blaze
As we proceed, to give you what you need
It's Griselda muh, I tried to tell you muh

Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels
Don't even risk it
(Don't even risk it, ah)
My mechanic be sniffin' with the wrenches
(With the wrenches, sniff)
In the mess hall, I got to listen
(I got to listen)
First day home, I got to whippin'
(I got to whippin', whip)
My country bitch think she from Memphis
(She from Memphis)
She could suck dick in the Olympics
(In the Olympics, ah)
Everyday, I wake up, I gotta get it
(I gotta get it)
My nigga dome shot shit, he be wiggin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, he be wiggin')
How you been FLYGOD? I been livin'
(I been livin') pollo Loco with the chicken
(With the chicken)
Even Nino Brown started snitchin'
(Started snitchin', ah)
Big four pound with the extension
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, the extension)
Move like Chef Dred in the kitchen
(In the kitchen, ah)
You'd rather be dead than go against us
(Than go against)
My nigga dopeboy, he be whoopin'
(He be whoopin')
My nigga TF, he be Crippin' (Yo, Crippin')

Boss bitch, yeah, I'm hella bomb
(Hella bomb)
Money phone ringin' like a telethon (Brr)
I came in the game with my weapons drawn
(Uh, huh) necks what I'm steppin' on
(What's up?) , hated
But respected on (Come on)
Heavy on the weight
(Weight) , heavy on the cake
Iced out the same chains that Harriet escaped
(Uh, huh) word to all the millions and
Risks that we takes (Uh, huh)
The Liberace estates
(What else?) , Dolce Gabbana drapes
What (Woo)
I'm a beauty, but a beast on the track
(Uh, huh) don't confuse this with my booty
This the East on my back (What)
You upset yet? Diamond chain on that wet wet
(Uh, huh) you can slide, bitch, I jet set
I'm gettin' pampered like the bed wet
(Come on)
Niggas hand it to me like the nail tech
(Uh, huh) passin' bitches like a test, but
This ain't no LSAT, what
You bitches better be scared if I level up
(Level up)
No, elevators, bitch (Look) , step it up

Standin' on the furniture, I told
The bottle girl, "Bitch, pass the Ace"
(Bring me that Ace, bitch)
I popped the cork
Poured the whole bottle for
Homies passed away wrap the Wraith
Killa Bee yellow with the matchin' skates
And still got racks in the safe
A half a letter stashed away (Ha)
Wrapped a half a cake in saran
Wrap and some maskin' tape
Rappin' circles around rappers
I probably lapped them eight times
Keep the MAC on waist, I don't waste time
Boy, you get the drum work from
The Griselda Records basket case (Brr)
They say they richer than Machine
That's like a slap in face
The problem is I'm gettin' more money
And at a faster pace (Ha ha ha)
Look, I ain't human, I'm an alien, homie
I just came back from space
Came to outrap the greats (Talk to 'em)
Trust me
I got the bread to get a nigga whacked today
They bring me back your head
Don't matter how much cash it take
We used to traffic base
Now the trap forty racks a day
It's safe to say we got a boomin' system
I'm Masta Ace (Ha)
The shooter sixteen
Throttle in his VLONE hoodie
Nigga look at me wrong
Then he uppin' this chrome for me
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom) i got rich on my own
Don't need a nigga to loan money (Uh, uh)
Ain't signin' no more contracts
Unless it's Mahomes money (Woo)
Machine, bitch

RIP to rappers I buried
Left the trap and then married
I won a ring for every team I was on
Like Vinatieri i got the four door too
(Uh, huh) , so many whips
It's gettin' scary (Uh, huh)
Book a photoshoot
Y'all 'bout to need pics for obituaries
The GxF Rebels, any static, nigga, we accept
Y'all niggas should be in check
Or BSF'll be at necks
When I say the beef lit
I don't mean a tweet or text
(I don't mean that)
Shooters, I send three, no less
And let 'em take the CLS
Beef is I know where your people stay
(I know) , I don't need to flex (I don't)
But when you least expect it
I send a cleanup crew to each address (Brr)
Beef is a forever thing
Careful when you speakin' threats
I achieved success and still can't even rest
(Ah)
Took this street shit corporate, a dab of it
I just balanced it
Authentic, all this G shit I'm talkin'
They never challenge it
Where I'm from, we ignorant
Graduatin' average
Fuck that, if you can flip money
Then you talented man, y'all lost
I could be payin' y'all off (Payin' off)
But I don't trip
'cause y'all niggas broke and y'all soft
(Pussy) think I'm playin', y'all wrong
I'm frontin' when the grams all gone
Put a yellow band on my
Arm like I'm Lance Armstrong, ah