Jesus Crack Westside Gunn (Ft. Estee Nack & Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Estee Nack]
Please don't harm this brother 'cause we love him
Yeah (Woah)
Nack Daily (Yeah)
It's a daily thing (Oh)
It's how we swing, yeah (Oh)
Give me the crown, I'm named king, y'all (Griselda)
Ayo

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Rocket Pack Nack damage is ambidex
Aerial attack amateurs asking questions (Que paso?)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back, bandages (Piss you off)
Back hand slap a nigga, five finger sandwiches
Amethyst split your cap and the suede niggas had crack managers (Crack)
Slang bangin' be like a throat full of cameras, yo (Click, click, click)
Direction on the phone, can't handle the switch, codе lingo (Slang crazy)
Countin' the profit so when we brokе, Domingo hoes will mingle
When niggas' bitches come in the Rolls like Bingo, make your toes tangle (Mami)
She just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper (Word)
My Dominican plug lookin' at me like he gon' sing with choppers
Swing the vodka, bring the Wiz doctor (Ad-libs)
Countin' up the profits so we can split proper (Uh-huh)
Put the brick, fuck the kick-box shit, y'all out the movements (What?)
Always be in the quarters to the mathematic with lost principles
I'm makin' two out of one, decide, damn, look at y'all
You niggas talk a lot in your interviews
Recordin' giant squid tentacles (Uh-huh)
Fuck talkin', I'm out here mixin' chemicals, yo
(Know what I mean?)
(That's how we do it, we official, my nigga)