Derrick Boleman Westside Gunn (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Westside Gunn & DJ Drama]
We don't give a fuck
Ayo
Turn it the fuck up, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
Ayo, told the fiends it's dryin', just hang tight (Just hang tight)
Half-loaded Draco, window tinted 'til you save Mike
You still push a twenty-one (You still push a twenty-one)
How you know it's a twenty-one, dog?
'Cause Rolls-Royce changed its headlights
I'm doper than you niggas could imagine (Ah)
Your favorite nigga favorite nigga, you can ask him
Skipped the Grammys two years straight to watch wrestling (Yeah)
Back to back red jailbreakers, what's brackin'? (Skrrt)
Did two-hundred to the plug, what's love?
Pour twenty, got twenty on the front, coupe crisscross
Got the trunk in the front
Nigga had a pump, hit him in his 'stachе (Boom)
Whole leg fell off and wеnt to lunch
Had to get the five-eighty tinted
Mind your business, we got drug dealers in it
Buyin' up and I sent it (Ah)
Coke smellin' up the whole loft (Turn it the fuck up, ah, yeah)
I rock A-COLD-WALL* (Yeah)
'Fore ten-o'clock, we had roll call (Woo)
One-four-eighty-one-zero-five-five, shoot up the whole mall (Brr)
Left his brains in Goyard (Brr)
Ayo, rest in peace Virgil, rest in peace Dolph
Come a dollar short, rest in peace your moms
I'm on the graveyard shift, crackin' my jaw, had visions
Casablanca, my silk addictions
Double-Fs to bolster my britches, the illest nigga (Turn it the fuck up, yeah)
Allah's my witness, forgave the sinners (Yeah), wash my pain away with Druet
Steak forty-eight dinners, tryna wake to eight figures (Ah)
I hate niggas