Mariota Westside Gunn (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro]
Conductor

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, listen here, fifties in the Cartis make my vision clear
Rub the Pyrex three times, my coke genie appear
Pistol whip out your veneers, Marine sea on the Lear
Clutchin' mother pearls, my nigga got a thousand years (Ah)
You don't even gotta ask who run the culture
Bottega loafers with the square toes, runnin' from cops
Like Mariota throwin' baking soda, SK with the strap is cobra
In NOBU actin' antisocial, nigga, I don't know ya
Swordfish dishes, left half his matha missin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Sippin' fine wine, we used to whip in Prime Time's kitchen
Turned a blind eye, we came back, drive-by niggas (Skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
MachineGun died, I swear a nigga soul died with him (Ah)
Extendos on it was the basics
Rockin' silks in Vegas, Cuban links in layers
Who you be? My niggas MAC sprayers, we attract greatness (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Brenda in the back shakin', last time I seen her, she was cookin' crack naked (Ah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Heard you need a thousand bricks right now (Heard you need a thousand bricks right now)
You ain't got to worry (You ain't got to worry)
You ain't got to worry at all (You ain't got to worry at all)
You ain't got to worry (Ah)
Heard you need a thousand bricks right now (Heard you need a thousand bricks right now)
You ain't got to worry (You ain't got to worry)
You ain't got to worry at all (You ain't got to worry at all)
You ain't got to worry (Ah)