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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Estee Nack
Estee Nack
Vocals
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Alex Rasario
Alex Rasario
Songwriter
Aaron Cooks
Aaron Cooks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Mastering Engineer
The Standouts
The Standouts
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, baby Uh, yeah, uh (Yeah, son) You won't get nip on a plum for me (No) You wanna bah-bah, you get shunned for free (Baow) Palomo (Son), conmigo no (Toma) I been tellin' y'all motherfuckers, man (I been, I been, for real) Niggas been tellin' y'all motherfuckers, man But y'all don't wanna bear witness, man (We wasn't lyin') Y'all infidels (Uh-huh) And I'm the greatest (And I'm the greatest, son) (Woo) Uh-huh, ayo (Chan) 360 vision, eyes mocha (I'm watchin') Sammy Sosa, make it lightskin, add the mix and refine coca (Get it?) Design sculptures (Building) Acetone, Nicaragua, nine smoker (Smoke) Rhyme dope-ia (Uh-huh) Super Saiyan, time ultra (Doo-doo-doo) Sprint across thе finish, I'll be closer (I'm out) Death squad, a Fiat alignеd with soldiers, yo Crack mami chocha (Mami) Critical, crack his composure, 'nother headshot just for closure Finito, this over No bulto, quick to drop a bitch like a Civic (She's outta here) Hatchback, fuck around, you get laughed at NASDAQ numbers, and I been hustlin' fast track (Movin') You ass-backwards for thinkin' you get half that My man got a 'Tega, like 50K in his backpack (Brr) Let 'em build Mello Yello, them blueberry pills (Oh, yeah) Ain't no attitude, I be very chill (I'm coolin') But still throw your baby mother off a Ferris wheel (Yoom) Forty-five steel, better still (Yeah) Shit go down, fuck it, it's heaven will Drug game, bust a 7-Eleven drill (Trap) Beggin' and stealin' shit might get him killed (Word) Enemies headed for the hills They takin' L's like Benadryl, son For real, son You can't fuck with the gods (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baow) Toma This shit for you (Coño), uh-huh For real, though Toma, Nackman Brrt (Super Flygod) Ayo, my Sauconys glowin', fiends coppin' and goin' (Ah) Baggin' in a Louis ski suit like it's snowin' (Mm) Nigga took a sniff, ripped his shirt like he Hogan (Sniff) Cells popped, a six-inch for three, he was poked up (Ah) Blew a kiss at the CO like I'm Gold Dust (Woo) Always us, I don't even know what he thrown up (Mm) Coughin' up blood, meet the legend of Big Dump (Ah) Greg Lauren gloves mismatched with a big drum (Boom, boom, boom) Havin' powwows, each one gon' teach one (Ah) I don't know Spanish, but for work, I'ma speak some (Woo) Devil tryna change God plan, tryna tweak somethin' (Woo) I was on the grind, same Sacai for a week-plus (Mm) I was on the grind, Cavalli mask and a G pump (Ah) Ocean 44 in Scottsdale tryna eat lunch '25 Ferrari truck, jumpin' from speed bumps (Skrrt) Ever since Pray for Paris, niggas can't keep up (Uh-uh) Nigga dropped a brick on the floor, had to sweep up (Woo) Murakami LV case for my teacup, woah (Woo) Uh, uh Uh See no evil, third eye covered, but I hear 'em call me (Ah) Wicked ways for the cash, still the demons haunt me (They do) Steven Victor off his laugh and with a kilo on me If I wasn't rappin', I'd be cookin' in your bitch apartment (I swear) You think she raw, we still treat her like she stepped on You know the cocaine lexicon is extra long (They can't fuck with me) They throwin' rocks at the sky, I hear they got a lot to say (Pussy) But it's quiet when I pull up, I'm the Tesla guy (Brr) We dyin' to crash out, the airbags Louis Vuitton (Haha) Before I landed, boy That shit wasn't doin' the job (That shit wasn't) You know that scorpion put air in the tires (We did) You couldn't open the locks We brought the money, power, the mm— You know the key to life, I still have Adidas nights Where I can't let the yay go, you know I still end up deep in white (I do) My mama told me not to touch the stove, she was right (Sorry, mama) Thousand-gram wizard, glass pot blizzard (Woo) Marni Bigfoot on the pedal, speed the Benz up (Woo) So much blow in these coke wings, shit lift me up (Go) Yeah, them broke niggas envy us Keep 'em over there, shit, I just had to leave 'em (Woo) These niggas wanna be me bad (Yeah) Talk like me, walk like me (Woo) Cook like me, look like me, braids like me (I swear) Coke-white yacht through the foggy water, waves like me (Haha) I don't even need the boat, hop out and walk on the water My plug stuck at the border (Damn), how I'm supposed to get the order? 10K for the court seats and I only stayed for a quarter I got shit to do Stove
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Aaron Scott, Alex Rasario Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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