Westside Gunn

Gangsta
Statik Selektah
Gangsta
Gangsta
Gangsta

Ayo, gauge got me limpin’
Two different colored Diamondère set trippin’
Ten-car garage, had to back every whip it
Said his eight-ball was three-point-three and I chipped him
Bullets started whistlin’ (Brr), one shell chipped him (Brr)
Rick Owens your door in with a chicken (Ah)
Rotisserie, you can’t get with me
Lyrically, spiritually, Valentino Campbell on my infantry
Sun glazin’ out of Sicily, why you pissin’ me? (Ah)
Potato on the barrel might take you out your misery
Westside Chicago, eatin’ Harold’s, me and Kimberly
San Jose sharks, jersey on, match the Tiffany’s (Ah)
Road-runnin’, did the speed limit all through Tennessee (Ah)
Yeah, I’m like that (Yeah, I’m like that)
Worth ten mill’ euro, yeah, I’m like that (Yeah, I’m like that)
But Allah come first, so I’m like that (So I’m like that)
And if you strike, then I strike back, right back (Ah)
This for my niggas in that max, that’s never comin’ back
This for my whole city, I put us on the map (Ah)
Never show no pity, never friend a rat
‘ChineGun on my titty

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Westside Gunn

American rapper and executive

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