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[Verse: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
High fashion, incredible, you win some, you lose some
He alive but he a— (Mm)
If I pay you for a job make sure you professional
My lil' nigga dressed up like he deliverin' Papa John
Runnin' door bells, soon as they open "Bam-bam-bam"
Overload hunnid in the clip (Brrt), one in head
Melrose, red X10 parked infront of Craig's (Skrrt!)
Really do, I was flyer than you in my shell clothes (Ah)
Centerfolds all on my dick, wanna braid my hair (Ah)
Gettin' dick-sucks in Ritz Rolls, rich flow (Ah)
Keepin' one fit in 'cause the bricks slow
Had to beat the Pyrex up, like Klitschko (Mm)
If I turn one to three we cookin' with Crisco
Baby, look at me, baby
Outift twenty-thou', these niggas lazy (Ah)
Niggas wanna hate on me 'cause these niggas lazy (Ah)
Got a plug in Esino, got a plug out in Katy
Gotta brand new Range, got a Brand new Mercedes (Ah, skrrt!)
House so big I lost Westside Baby (Ah)
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
What you gon' do when the feds come for you?
What you gon' do when they bomb?
I wake the dead up for the right thing (Yo, I think son still movin')
Cut the duct tape, them things white-white
[Verse: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
High fashion, incredible, you win some, you lose some
He alive but he a— (Mm)
If I pay you for a job make sure you professional
My lil' nigga dressed up like he deliverin' Papa John
Runnin' door bells, soon as they open "Bam-bam-bam"
Overload hunnid in the clip (Brrt), one in head
Melrose, red X10 parked infront of Craig's (Skrrt!)
Really do, I was flyer than you in my shell clothes (Ah)
Centerfolds all on my dick, wanna braid my hair (Ah)
Gettin' dick-sucks in Ritz Rolls, rich flow (Ah)
Keepin' one fit in 'cause the bricks slow
Had to beat the Pyrex up, like Klitschko (Mm)
If I turn one to three we cookin' with Crisco
Baby, look at me, baby
Outift twenty-thou', these niggas lazy (Ah)
Niggas wanna hate on me 'cause these niggas lazy (Ah)
Got a plug in Esino, got a plug out in Katy
Gotta brand new Range, got a Brand new Mercedes (Ah, skrrt!)
House so big I lost Westside Baby (Ah)
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
What you gon' do when the feds come for you?
What you gon' do when they bomb?
I wake the dead up for the right thing (Yo, I think son still movin')
Cut the duct tape, them things white-white
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