Noir

[Intro: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]

Conductor, we have a problem

Yeah (Conductor)

What you want? (Uh, uh, uh)

What you want? Uh (Uh-huh, uh uh, uh)

What you want? Uh (Yeah, mm mm, yeah)

[Chorus: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]

What you want from me? (You want from me? You want from me? Yeah)

I thought I was your ecstasy (My ecstasy, my ecstasy, yeah)

But now you just a ex to me (Now you just my ex, baby, Hahaha, yeah)

And I ain't into taking ecstasy (And I don't do no X, baby, Uh-huh, uh, uh)

[Verse: Conway the Machine]

Bottle of red from '09

Spicy rigatoni at Carbone's, no line (Ain't no line)

I get you home and I'm performing like it's showtime (Uh-huh)

Got you sucking to Tony! Toni! Tone! Slow Wine (Hahaha)

Pushing the Ferrari down the coast line (Vroom!)

Tom Brown three piece suit with the black bow tie (Fly shit)

I won't lie, you a whole vibe (Uh-huh)

I know you **** with other niggas on the side, but shit, I don't mind (I ain't tripping)

Heard you was ****ing two other rappers (I heard)

And you ****ing that nigga from the Raptors (Conductor, we have a problem)

I ain't mad at at you, go head, just hit me up after

Then I'm back ****ing you good and you sucking me like a master, shit (Oohh)

I see you pushing that Porsche truck

Nigga spending fetti on you, got you Dior'd up (He spend a bag on you)

Even paid for your LLC and that storefront (Okay)

But you still my b***h, you gon' come open your jaws up, for me (You still my b***h, though)

Yeah, you know I still got your heart in my pocket

Saving this bottle for when I see you, I brought it to pop it

I'm at the Phoenix game watching KD slaughter the Rockets (Woo!)

All I drop is classics, that's Common, Like Water for Chocolate (Talk to 'em!)

Yeah, it's eighty bands in blue faces that's all in my pocket

Used to sell my product then I re up'd with all of the profit

I got a question, be honest, b***h

[Chorus: Goosebytheway & Conway the Machine]

What you want from me? (You want from me? You want from me? Yeah)

I thought I was your ecstasy (My ecstasy, my ecstasy, yeah)

But now you just a ex to me (Now you just my ex, baby)

And I ain't into taking ecstasy (And I don't do no X, baby)

[Outro]

There's an artist, I think