Westside Gunn

Conductor, we have a problem
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Blink twice if you in danger
Oh, nah
You niggas don’t want no problems
Gangsta Grillz
Not around here

Margiela’s with the zip on, blue tips and cheekbones
Million off of flip phones, Rolls gold wrist on
Even in hell flames, I wouldn’t even piss on
My shooter get a sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on (Woo)
Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue (Ah)
Next to the stove, the talk’s in the bathroom (Woo)
Chains on the body, left his arm in the sink
You might miss somethin’ if you blink, let it sink
Lamborghini Jeep kept the doors off the Costa Rica (Skrrt)
Hopped out, the island gloves on the street sweeper
Out of sight, out of mind, that’s why I stay beach hoppin’
Tell the haters “Suck a dick”, I hope they keep watchin’

Yeah, month low on the sub (Conductor), sound like Dougie Fresh beatboxin’
Sellin’ fent’, I had the fiends detoxin’ (Uh-huh)
The max shotty for a pound, I got three options (I got options)
To show his casket in, connect named Sebastian (Uh-huh)
Two-hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in (‘Kay)
Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? (What else?)
My homie in a supermax, ’til he max out (Free my nigga)
Have my bitch countin’ money ’til she passed out
So much money, hundred-dollar bills, I could pass out (Hahaha)
Still got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)
Uh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ha)
A pussy nigga get me mad, I’ma lash out (Uh-huh)
We gon’ smoke them niggas and stab out, Machine

Ayo, ayo, look
Those niggas, those is little niggas man
Don’t forget that, nigga
Those niggas, those niggas
Them niggas is little niggas to us
Hall and Nash, bitch (Brr)
Griselda

Westside Gunn

American rapper and executive

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