Horses on Sunset Westside Gunn (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brra
Brra

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
Drip dry, let the work drip drop (Ah)
Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Griselda, ah)
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven, then he could've died
Holy, die holy
With your chain on
And your Rollie
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven, then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
Holy

[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm up at Horses eatin' cornish hens (Ah)
I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim (Ah)
Pierre Cardin cardigan
A half a mil' upon my arm again
Peace to Chef Liz, I got the square, shit's marvelous
They say Jеsus was a carpenter
I'ma shooter though (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitchеs wanna know my net worth, you can Google those
They still low by a few digits, I got stupid dough
If we get pulled, put this in your pussy hole
My crack bags sweatin' like peaches (Peaches)
I'm on the dance floor, tans got creases
CO's not looking, let's switch off sneakers (Sneakers)
I'm on the yard in Adidas, they don't even sell Adidas
Back in '04, Carrie used to strut like she a diva
Seen her last week
She smoked her teeth out, her and G and G had came through
Tried to set a title to a KIA (Ah)
She wanted nine-hundred, meet me by the cleaners (Brra)