[Westside Gunn:] Take a walk I gotta change the reel I said fuck off Ayo (Brr) Ayo Fuck these niggas, yo Ayo
Three shots left his stomach out (Boom, boom, boom) Don't ask, nigga, these ain't comin' out Niggas tyin' rope around your fam, yo My shooter so high, the nigga won't land, yo Wrist a hundred grand, yo All gold stove, every wall got a Van Gogh Whipped the work so incredible Fiend got the pack, bit it open like it's edible, Lord SB skater on a hater Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker (Brr) Don't get embarrassed by the merits Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (Never) Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix (Never) In Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (Never) Boston crab, the whole slab Before I go broke, I'll get the MAC and the mask Over the baby crib, my nigga, where the stash at? My man killed a family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch This Margiela on Mad Max Persian bitch, titties look fake, plus her ass fat (Woo) Niggas doubted, now they payin' homage New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college Ayo, do the knowledge Ayo, peace to Knxwledge You niggas garbage (Fuck y'all niggas, man) Niggas ain't shit, man Yeah, these niggas garbage
[Conway the Machine:] Uh, Fendi monster shit for me and my conglomerate I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that's dominant Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious The music speak for itself and plus I got murals in other continents (That's me, nigga) Most of these rap niggas livin' in they mama's shit They pushin' forty and broke (Ha) Safety on the forty is broke Uh, I blick until you lose consciousness (Uh-huh) High school dropout, spittin' like I got a doctorate degree I'm what's popping, bitch, you opposite of me 2016, nobody jotted hotter shit than me You see, dotted my I's and now I got it to a tee My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free (Them my niggas man) Like, fuck— fuck the bag, they don't need it They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic (Yeah) Hit in my head and walked out of the 'spital, please believe it (Uh) Like three days later, now they comparin' me to Jesus (Haha) I walked on water, nigga, I made the blind see Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me Those my disciples All me verses on a God level, nigga, you should find those in the Bible (Talk to 'em) Look, I don't think no rapper can fuck with me (Uh-uh) Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me (What's poppin', nigga?) Fifty round sticks just to air out your fuckery (Brr)
Blah Blah Wanna try the red? The red is even better Let me smell it It's like that shit we were drinkin' in Paris Let me try it It's not mouthwash No, but you wanna aerate it a little bit Do we just like put a fuckin' shot? Well, taste it first, see if you like it I like it, send me, see what else you guys got Do you like it? It's a little funky Yeah, it is weird It is, right? It's mad unfiltered, you like? Pour it up Just pour itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
