God Is Love Westside Gunn (Ft. Estee Nack, Keisha Plum & Stove God Cooks)

[Part I]

[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Conductor)
Woah, ah-hah
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Nackie Chan, wha-ta! (Coño)
Yo, son

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Santo Domingo, helpin' the grasa get to the gringo
As niggas watchin' us shine like kings, bro (Shining)
Golden ring glow, a lot of blinging, no Chingo (Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding)
All my niggas are dogs like dingo (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches, the god might mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Rake in the paper, the stack of chips are tall like Pringles, son (Money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch the
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast the Veuve Clicquot
Wе done made this shit work
Although it's niggas that got exposеd in R.I.C.O. (Yeah)
Can't believe he did dirt and really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, we deal with Os of perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (Uh-huh)
His only use for it just to poke it with needles and shit (Fuck)
He want it even more if he know if it's lethal (That's crazy)
Ayo, we came up (Uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (Nack)
I tap the jumper like it's Dominican Dembow bro (Jokin')
I feel invincible when I sit in the Benzo (Vroom)
Got uppers and downers, Addies and benzos, yeah