Limitless Ransom, Conway the Machine & V Don

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas can't fuck with me, nigga (Brr-brr)
You know, niggas in rare form
Gettin' real money, real bags, nigga
Real killer shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, gun in my jeans, eleven-hun' for those pants
But I ain't changin' my clothes 'til I'm done with those O's (Haha)
I done ran up a stupid bag right under your nose (Haha)
Need another truck for the summer, I wanna go Rolls
My nigga from Memphis got real cheddars (Real bags)
That nigga Eight in Tennessee, real leathers
They say I'm one of the best, but I still don't get real credit (Ha)
Hope them niggas added more layers to their lil' verses (Boom)
If it's somethin', we'll address it, hope you gettin' the message
It's a big difference between the Big Pun's and Lil X's (Haha)
Yeah, big run leave real messes (Brr)
Ladies seen his brain splattered, it made her throw up her breakfast
We killers, but gettin' this money my real preference
Remember scrapin' the bowl, tryin' to get the lil' extras (Whip up)
We gon' slide, we gon' spin (Ha)
Motherfucker, we gon' score (Brr), we gon' win (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
DrumWork, bitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom)