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westside gunn - hi-top ricky freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ayo
ayo
brrr
ayo
brrrt
f-ck these n-gg-s

[verse]
ayo
scoring bones on the mastermind trench
kick in your door hi-top ricks (rickys)
sh-ll catches on the sticks
this looks like a lam-arrari mix
all praises due
you couldn’t walk a mile in my p-b-s
don’t get sh-t confused
you bool but you ain’t that bool
cut from another cloth
turned a double up into a brick, i’m gone
porsche trunk got a body, i’m probably
the realest in the f-cking game, keep these f-ck n-gg-s from ’round me
the flyest in the game, keep these b-m b-tches f-ck from ’round me
(f-ck these b-tches too, man
you ain’t getting up on me, b-tch)
i’ll knock your [?] off
ayo
where y’all was at when i was getting raided?
[?] flushed the eight, i was devastated (f-cked my whole week up)
momma, your baby made it
oww, rock laters
touched the b-tch, then the b-tch fainted
rocking tiger asics
half a mil in my momma bas-m-nt
[?] changes (uh uh)
(you can’t f-ck with us)
i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-
shootouts with strangers

[outro: sample]
hid the dope
got a stashbox
[?]
200 on the dash
fly by cops wouldn’t like
hid the dope
got a stashbox
[?]
200 on the dash
fly by cops wouldn’t like
(i-i-i-invasion)

- westside gunn lyrics

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