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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Quaites
T. Quaites
Composer
Mike Mosley
Mike Mosley
Composer
Femi Ojetunde
Femi Ojetunde
Composer
Joe Sample
Joe Sample
Composer
Robert Ford
Robert Ford
Composer
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Composer
James Moore
James Moore
Composer
Kurt Walker
Kurt Walker
Composer
Lawrence Smith
Lawrence Smith
Composer
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay-yo, fuck these ****, Lord
Ay-yo, I don't give a fuck about none of these ****
[Verse 2]
Ay-yo, I'm nothin' less than impeccable
Hanging out the court mail, king, got that congestion blow
My VLONE, Ricky Kilos
Gucci, my shooters like Rick Patino
Neck lit up like Reno
[Verse 3]
Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week
I don't wanna talk unless it's on keys
Over scales I prayed, weighin' the flake
Bought three phones this year, ****, I'm straight
Court side, Timberlakes on, across from Drake
Still a new **** but I'm one of the greats, I motivate
**** who started wars, please get off my dick
Jackboys ice all on my wrist
[Verse 4]
I'd rather catch a body than you taking my shit
Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual
Don't give a fuck, ****, my time, they vaginal
This for my day one **** eatin' mackerel
This for my **** gettin' mail everyday
My **** still droppin' bodies, still heavy with yay
My main **** been dead, been fucked up since
So I'ma get up on this Statik, and talk all of my shit
[Verse 5]
I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch
I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet
Go get your heat and your peeps
If I embody bars on the street
****, Westside
[Verse 6]
Ay-yo, Flygod classic, clock army plastic blastin'
You tried to rob me, turned to ashes
Black WaveRunners, carry the straps on the suede jumpers
PiƱa colada i8, the yay pumper
Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, time to rest a **** house
While bakin' my head, had to kill 'em, I had to figure out
I guess jealousy prevails
That's why I keep my third eye open on the scale
[Verse 7]
Why the **** chain so big? Your neck frail
Used to lay up on the couch, readin' wifey mail
I can tell, the hate gettin' stronger and stronger
You used to fuck with me, now my bread gettin' longer
Tryna compare me to the **** I birthed
They only sell 'em vinyls, ****, check out my worth
Be you? I'd rather jump off a bridge first
Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first
[Verse 8]
I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch
I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet
Go get your heat and your peeps
If I embody bars on the street
****, Westside
[Verse 9]
****, Westside
Written by: Femi Ojetunde, James Moore, Joe Sample, Kurt Walker, Lawrence Smith, Mike Mosley, Ricardo Thomas, Robert Ford, Russell Simmons, T. Quaites, Terrance Jermaine Quaites
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