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westside gunn & conway - red tops lyrics

[intro]

griselda, by fashion rebels

[verse 1: conway]

now look, you’re n0body ’til you catch a body
my little head busta on his second body
fnh with the f-ckin’ drama
i told him don’t leave ’til you hit everybody
for a minute i was strugglin’
n-ggas wasn’t real as i thought, f-ck ’em then
had to get off that couch and start hustlin’
where your set n-gga? i can bring a duffle in
took a few losses, i accepted it
made a few n0bodies relevant
n-ggas runnin’ their mouth and f-ckin’ tellin’ sh-t
better use your head before you get a sh-ll in it
b-tches tell me my d-ck is a gift from the lord
i said that’s the way i feel about the sh-t i record
thinkin’ sweet, but if i hit you i bet you you fall
smith & wesson 500 will break the bricks in the wall
hall and nash, west and con, n-gga, we upper echelon
rap’s dez bryant and megatron
hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my canvas
had me low in atlanta, k with the banana
homie this ain’t what you want, that sh-t you talkin’ only gonna get you in the trunk
before you know it, you’ve been missin’ for a month
hall and nash, yeah, shout out my n-gga monk

[verse 2: westside gunn]

aye yo
the great adventure of fresh wes
can’t forget the tech when i dress, the flygod in the flesh
yeah i only praise one n-gga, that’s chine gun
been to the feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run
baggin’ up two packs in the bellagio
room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor
i don’t want to sell cocaine no more
but i’ll be god d-mned if my rims touch the lux
brianni down in the benz truck
word to grab your property, you gettin’ sent up
conair at oklahoma, ’bout 50 n-ggas shackled
trading honey bars for a mackerel
what you know about burgers on a wednesday?
shotgun sh-lls where your kids play
sandbox covered with red tops, chine gettin’ high
street sweeper, swiss cheese the n-gga
14881055, it’s me live

[interlude]

i’m a black man, and i don’t know how to sing, and i don’t know how to dance, and i don’t know how to preach to no congregation, i’m too small to be a football hero, and i’m too ugly to be elected mayor. when i watch tv, and i see all them people in all them fine homes they livin’ and all them nice cars they drive and i get all full of ambition. now you tell me what i’m supposed to do with all this ambition i got

- westside gunn conway lyrics

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