JD Wrist Westside Gunn, Estee Nack & Trap-A-Holics (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, four door Ferrari, niggas know my body
Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari
Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi
Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi'
Trap-A-Holics, what's happening?
The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin, snap that motherfucker back, squad
Trap-A-Holics, bitch

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing)
Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping)
Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage)
Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo)
Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, four door Ferrari (Skrrt), niggas know my body (Know my body)
Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari (Pop Smoke and Bari)
Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi (Mmm)
Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, real trap shit)
Down East Lafayette, breeze on the set
Frank Clegg duffels, mention me again, I'm on your neck (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Eating beef ball, well wagyu in the 'jects
Spilt my caviar, Prada linen look a mess
I'm at Bulgari Hotel, 3K a night
I think about Sly, how he on the cot for four lives
I think about USP Atlanta, holding with the mice
I think about FCI Coleman, noodles with the rice
I'm a Eastside nigga, Children's Hospital baby
Peace to the park down the way, up to Bailey
ECMC broad day, you try to play me
I leave out the spot, all the bitches wanna take me (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)