Pat La Frontaine Hall & Nash

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, Hall & Nash, nigga
(Spraying at you bitch niggas, man, hahahaha)
Free all the real niggas (Brrt)
Rest in peace to all the real niggas
(You know what it is, nigga)
Yeah (uh, uh), murder shit, nigga (Daringer, nigga)
Get down or lay down, bitch nigga
You know what it is, nigga
Lock and load, nigga
(You already know, nigga, fuck everybody, nigga)
Look (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, uh, I got shooters of the roof (Uh)
Body you, bring back a finger for proof
I pull up with somethin' missin' a roof, a fifth of deuce (Woo)
My bitches say, "Daddy, you got the juice" (Hahahaha)
Hehe, my kicks was a deuce, not two-hundred true racks
Burn a Swisher or Goose, I'm the truth (Uh)
The official niggas salute (Salute)
I kill everything Daringer produce (Huh)
Smokin' Cali with the sun out
Cop pulled me over, I ain't put the blunt out
Said he heard the 'Rari when I spun out
I got a call, said my work was finna run out (Cap)
All my kicks I get a month before they come out
Pull a drum out and rung out, knock a lung out (Brrt)
They sayin' Reject is too evil (Uh)
The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel (Woo)
Tell them bitch niggas huddle up
I pistol whip you then piss in your double cup (Hahahaha)
Fuck it, give you the whole drum
Nigga, I'm easy to find, you know where I'm from (Eastside, nigga)
Niggas sellin' hard, gettin' paid easy, uh (Uh)
Armani V-neck, grey Yeezy, uh (Woo)
It's the S.E. Gang
Gun long as a hockey stick, Pat La Fontaine, you know