[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
After hour VLONE, you ain't on the shit I be on (You ain't on the shit I be on, uh-uh)
Hundred round drum shoot that block up that you be on (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You was playin' games, I was in that kitchen, kilos (Ah, whippin' kilos)
I could get you killed, that's gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though (Boom, boom, boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs)
Where you from? I be on the East Side of that B-lo (East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors, neck lit up like it's Reno (Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino (Dan Marino, ah)
Free the guys, shit hurt my soul, they got the RICO (They got the RICO, ah)
Margiela (Margiela), bricks cheap, I can mellow (I can mellow)
Too many snitched on me, DA acapella (Ah, acapella)
Griselda Records, wе the new Roc-A-Fella (Wе the new Roc-A-Fella, ah)
Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, like the chopper better)
Prada (Prada), have your baby mama line you (Ah)
Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin' shot up (Boom, boom, boom, you gettin' shot up)
Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred, pourin' Wock' up (Skrrt, Wock' up)
Out the '63, broad day, blocka, blocka (Blocka, blocka, blocka)
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
I got homies in the set who ain't never seen the beach
And I got homies rest in peace at the age of twenty-three
Pete sakes, got us locked in
Mind frame like it's boxed in
Palace jacket match the army fatigue
I chuck a P to the sky for all my niggas who 'ceased
Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
That's why I'm good in every section where they chuck up the B
I hit the county mainline and really said where I'm from
Travelled 'round the world and told these niggas it's Blood
Now I'm out in Buffalo, you see Westside Gunn
You see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem
Gotta do it for the homies livin' life on the run
P Worthy, where you been? I been stackin' my funds
Still keep a bitch down, baby girl, you the one
'Cause you done brought me the bread, you done copped me the whip
You was with a nigga then, ten toes on the strip
Really rap what I live, so they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with my ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out, brang 'em out
The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house
Smash out, we sailin' down Bentral with our flags out
Blabbermouth niggas better keep the hood out they mouth
Or end up missin', nobody know your whereabouts
Air 'em out, I head to DC eatin' carryout
Thuggin' with some niggas outside of Wayne Perry house
I did that, the homies did they shit when they slid back
Shit bracks, especially summertime in the hub west
Big press, we talkin' full court, this the Staples Center
Niggas got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered
Ayo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
After hour VLONE, you ain't on the shit I be on (You ain't on the shit I be on, uh-uh)
Hundred round drum shoot that block up that you be on (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You was playin' games, I was in that kitchen, kilos (Ah, whippin' kilos)
I could get you killed, that's gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though (Boom, boom, boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs)
Where you from? I be on the East Side of that B-lo (East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors, neck lit up like it's Reno (Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino (Dan Marino, ah)
Free the guys, shit hurt my soul, they got the RICO (They got the RICO, ah)
Margiela (Margiela), bricks cheap, I can mellow (I can mellow)
Too many snitched on me, DA acapella (Ah, acapella)
Griselda Records, wе the new Roc-A-Fella (Wе the new Roc-A-Fella, ah)
Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, like the chopper better)
Prada (Prada), have your baby mama line you (Ah)
Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin' shot up (Boom, boom, boom, you gettin' shot up)
Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred, pourin' Wock' up (Skrrt, Wock' up)
Out the '63, broad day, blocka, blocka (Blocka, blocka, blocka)
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
I got homies in the set who ain't never seen the beach
And I got homies rest in peace at the age of twenty-three
Pete sakes, got us locked in
Mind frame like it's boxed in
Palace jacket match the army fatigue
I chuck a P to the sky for all my niggas who 'ceased
Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
That's why I'm good in every section where they chuck up the B
I hit the county mainline and really said where I'm from
Travelled 'round the world and told these niggas it's Blood
Now I'm out in Buffalo, you see Westside Gunn
You see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem
Gotta do it for the homies livin' life on the run
P Worthy, where you been? I been stackin' my funds
Still keep a bitch down, baby girl, you the one
'Cause you done brought me the bread, you done copped me the whip
You was with a nigga then, ten toes on the strip
Really rap what I live, so they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with my ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out, brang 'em out
The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house
Smash out, we sailin' down Bentral with our flags out
Blabbermouth niggas better keep the hood out they mouth
Or end up missin', nobody know your whereabouts
Air 'em out, I head to DC eatin' carryout
Thuggin' with some niggas outside of Wayne Perry house
I did that, the homies did they shit when they slid back
Shit bracks, especially summertime in the hub west
Big press, we talkin' full court, this the Staples Center
Niggas got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered
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