Show U How to Do Dis Conway the Machine (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yes
Yes
I got ya
Catch up, niggas
I’ma take it home
I had to say that, man
Y’all ready to go home
Okay
Trap-A-Holics, nigga
Cheah

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
You killing ‘em, Benny, how you gave ‘em that?
I swear after one hit, I’ma fade to black
Nigga, I’m the Mayor, I could raise the tax
Spend it on Now-and-Laters, Powerade and gats, cheah
Check your mic or feds indict ya
Get knocked out of state, they gon’ expedite ya, nigga
No baby mom or ex to write ya
Just Latin Kings, Bloods, Crips, sets and lifers, uh
Benny Mane, front row seats at the Philly game
Just saw Allen in Manhattan, anyway
Donovan McNabb, I’m the damn captain, any game
Try to get him down, but it can’t happen any day
I swear, I’ma kill him running if he fucking [?]
Jumping out that two-tone, picking up your youngest daughter
Her ass fat, but that’s that, man she fucking boring
It’s like fucking torture, I fuck her and cum before her
Ducking that plum Explorer
Dumping the gun out the roof to the song, you’ll be done before it touch the chorus
Nigga, I’m what the game been missing
Wake up, I don’t change clothes, I change my bitches
Your flow off beat, out of range, I missed it
New shades, blew frames, 2Chains, I’m gifted
Catch me with a breezy you ain’t seen with me before
Hand cocked, fat knot at the BET awards
But if you can’t wait that long
The Mayor’s back, straight crack on mixtapes I’m on
Nigga