griselda records - chef dreds lyrics
[intro: westside gunn & westside pootie]
brr
ayo
flygod
[verse: westside gunn, benny the butcher & conway the machine]
hangin’ out the royce with the russian (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
everybody duckin’, only five n-ggas got hit, f-ck it (ah)
halos over palm angels, watch for lucifer (ah)
i had the beam on the draco, luncheon (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
dumpin’, i threw the barrel at your pumpkin (brr)
puffin’ gelato, chillin’, givin’ game to my youngin’
i told him that this sh-t don’t come, you gotta want it
and have that money back on time to me if i front it, ah (let’s go)
i pull that gun up, you slippin’, you better run it
sh-lls, those feel like oatmeal, they sit in your stomach (ah)
i came home and let back n-ggas biddin’ them numbers (free my n-ggas)
i’m thinkin’ about which block that i’m k!llin’ this summer
ayo, dior rockin’, .357 to your throat popper (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
he had to lay low, the streets watchin’
two different color duct tapes, i bet that sh-t got cut
my sh-t swimmin’, made two to five, now we winnin’
catch me on the yard, greased up, waves spinnin’
co knockin’ at my cell, price on the linen
look, you know the wheels got the big bs (uh huh)
the wrist freeze, diamonds dancin’ like chris breeze (hahaha)
3500 my sneakers, you can’t get these
after i nut, i made the b-tch leave (get out, b-tch)
you know my wrist mean, i double up if the brick clean (let’s go)
but now i get that for a sixteen
ah, and i spend it like this dope from lotto
sig throwin’ hollows, bullets big as a corona bottle (brr)
it cost twenty bands for a convo
my n-ggas all capos, last time i cooked up, i wore a poncho (ah)
pullin’ up on your broad, pr-nto (what’s poppin’?)
i f-cked her once, she hit me the next day but the call blocked though
ayo, all my jewels on, i’m in the two seater with the roof gone (skrt)
bushmaster with the raf straps, knock your shoes off (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
air hole tec blew off, no screw off
headshot up close, his just don blew off (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i pull the coupe off with two b-tches in my new loft (vroom)
diamond tennis chains, vvss, and a new cross
bring your biggest gun, n-gga, we can have a shoot-off (ha)
only hit three n-ggas, but, sh-t, i knocked two off (brr)
we the upper echelon of the hard rappers
the most sought-after, bar after bar after bar after
bar, we raw like the soft of the traffic
n-gga got out of pocket and my dawg clapped him (ah, boom, boom, boom)
we the hardest ’til i’m laid in a coffin (ah)
i never trade on the squadron
came with a forklift, ah, we made n-ggas bosses
doin’ it from the stage to the faucet
they know we the hardest, i hit valet and they parked it, uh (uh huh)
they want the wave like a dolphin
what gangster is you talkin’? we don’t play, we on offense
stick you and throw your chains in the garbage
they know we the hardest (let’s go), use your brain before they torch it
lock and load, and aim for the target
my n-ggas the hardest (let’s go)
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