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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Marcus Rucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Motif Alumni
Producer
JR Swiftz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ayo, let's hit a island
Gave the MAC to the pilot
Steppin' on the coke SB's
Nicky diamonds
You couldn't walk a mile in
Put the barrel on his eyelid
You fuck **** can't rhyme here
New timeshare
The new king of New York
I be your highness
[Verse 2]
So many fake ****
I can't tell the difference
Broad day
Bullets back and forth like table tennis
My main shooter yayo sniffin'
Hunnid thou' on his books
He lost weight in prison
He came home just to lay on ****
They fuckin' with us
How you figure, ****?
Caught him comin' from the shower
Had to rip him
Praise both or it's sacrilegious
[Verse 3]
Mathematicians, money machines broke
Fiends overdosing over dishes
Don't owe us or get your mom smoked
Power drived him off the fourth rope
That ****'s spine broke
Lord, learn your lessons
Bulletproof beneath the Heron Preston
Air hole TEC's
Hoppin' out the bushes when you least expect it
[Verse 4]
My **** surfin' on the Wraith
Shootin' off the roof
Mister hit his baby moms
Bullet hit her coupe
Fiend locked up in the bathroom
Tryna shoot
**** fell and hit the sink
Knocked out a tooth
[Verse 5]
Ayo, MAC interstellar
A gauge storms and cooked the brick
Lagerfeld umbrella
My bagger got a nasal drip
Hazel 6 picked me out the line-up
'Cause I had the fish
Package flip, peace to Tio
That **** active Crip
Gotta rip
Blew his brains out
Now he back to licks
Half the shit, pussy
That's why I keep the rubber grip
Undercover parker
Who could fuck with this?
Illustrious
Somebody hand me the plate
You sniffin' dust and shit
[Verse 6]
Double packs filled with Bics
Match the red parka
Coupe 300
Meet the bodybag, hustler
Make sure the work clean
Talkin' Pine-Sol
Rockin' all this giant candy
Like the lights off
Double packs filled with Bics
Match the red parka
Coupe 300
Meet the bodybag, hustler
Make sure the work clean
Talkin' Pine-Sol
Rockin' all this giant candy
Like the lights off
[Verse 7]
Ayo
My **** surfin' on the Wraith
Shootin' off the roof
Mister hit his baby moms
Bullet hit her coupe
Fiend locked up in the bathroom
Tryna shoot
The **** fell and hit the sink
Knocked out his tooth
Written by: Alvin Worthy, Marcus Rucker