[Westside Gunn]
Brrr
Doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Ayo, ayo
[Westside Gunn]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
[Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Four pound automatic (Automatic)
Turn one to three, I'm talking magic (I'm talking magic)
My Telfar saggin' (My Telfar saggin')
See through Margiella mask with the matte tip (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Everybody wish they was this
Jumpsuit was Undercover, got the best work on my mother
Take one hit, I bat his brother
Got five runners for the summer, they gon' bring me all that
I'ma buy guns for you suckers, I'ma buy more Johnny Dang
Two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang
I'ma shoot out the sun roof, gloves on, Alexander Wang
Y'all keep acting like y'all live shit, y'all ain't shit (Fuck y'all niggas)
Y'all be lusting on IG, I fucked that bitch
I got money on money, I could get you killed
All my niggas got bodies, 223's gon' split yo shit (Split yo shit)
[Westside Gunn]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
[2 Chainz]
My foyer got stamina, arm and a hammer
Now I'ma get rich in this bitch
My money so tall, like wood on some stilts
So tippy-toe, hopping the fence
I pop in ya, popping my wrist
Mention my name when you pull out the list
I'm leading scorer, a couple assists
I'm in a foreign surrounded my bricks
You on the floor surrounded by sticks
You want some more, you gonna get it
On 22s, a word to Emmitt
When I'm in first, your foes defend me
Coming in first, your folks offend me
I'm in the Rolls, no first ammendemnt
I close the gap, I told my dentist
I used to trap next door to Wendys
I-I got 'em tweaking now (Tweaking now)
Probably no sleeping now (Sleeping now)
I pop with the beacon, you know what I'm speaking
With gasoline seeping out (Fuck that shit, boy)
Extendo is peeking out, the lookout is peeking out
You know I ain't preaching, mama my mental
They gotta come see me now, Tony
[Westside Gunn]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fuck with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
[Armani Caesar]
'Mani Ceas', the dame with the gang
Griselda the crew, we the clique with the wave
Boss bitch, queen of my lane
Been running it up like I'm getting in shape
Fuck it, I just gave my own self a raise
Which one I'ma cop, Bentley or Wraith?
Mic'in 'em both just to play in they face
Tell them white bitches to stay in they place
These rappers gettin' so aggy
It ain't respected unless a bitch at me
Armani's closet, fit got him gagging
You in designer, still looking tacky
My chain on Johnny Dang, my bank account put these niggas to shame (Haha)
You doing spreads with all of them 20s
Please put them lil' bitty racks away, woo
Upping sticks, while I'm uppin' dicks
While you suckin' dick, I be sucking bricks
Boss bitch, and I'm fucking rich
Wish I would be pressed 'bout another bitch
Saint Laurent, it ain't even out yet
I ain't shopping at no fucking outlet
In Milan with my hands outstretched
Living room with Versace couch sets
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best shit
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