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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Brand Nubian
Brand Nubian
Sampled Artist
Eastside Flip
Eastside Flip
Vocals
Estee Nack
Estee Nack
Vocals
Grand Puba
Grand Puba
Vocals
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Carrera
Don Carrera
Producer
Elijah Hooks
Elijah Hooks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Please don't harm this brother 'cause we love him Yeah (whoa) Nack Daily (yeah) It's a daily thing (oh) It's how we swing, yeah (oh) Give me the crown, I'm named king, y'all (Griselda) Ayo Rocket Pack Nack damage is ambidex Aerial attack amateurs asking questions (que paso?) Nigga test me, bury ya in the back, bandages (piss you off) Back hand slap a nigga, five finger sandwiches Amethyst split your cap and the suede niggas had crack managers (crack) Slang bangin' be like a throat full of cameras, yo (click, click, click) Direction on the phone, can't handle the switch, code lingo (slang crazy) Countin' the profit so when we broke, Domingo hoes will mingle When niggas' bitches come in the Rolls like Bingo, make your toes tangle (Mami) She just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper (word) My Dominican plug lookin' at me like he gon' sing with choppers Swing the vodka, bring the Wiz doctor (ad-libs) Countin' up the profits so we can split proper (uh-huh) Put the brick, fuck the kick-box shit, y'all out the movements (what?) Always be in the quarters to the mathematic with lost principles I'm makin' two out of one, decide, damn, look at y'all You niggas talk a lot in your interviews Recordin' giant squid tentacles (uh-huh) Fuck talkin', I'm out here mixin' chemicals, yo (Know what I mean?) (That's how we do it, we official, my nigga) Yeah, seven-five just kicked, make about a thousand (cheese, money) Ayo, seven fives just kicked, make about a cutler base like Prada (uh-huh) Rockin' shit, blast for a bass, made four shakes when you chase haters Calm when you're out of touch spliff science (stupid) Shit, every bomb I drop, it just stay atomic (boom) Surviving later, be honest You niggas better pray to Muhammad, play the game honest (watch yourself) Harmless niggas seen me in the promises Since elite could tell that the predator found his target Shoot him while he makin' Salah (kill 'em) Lay the eighty-five into your head, damn the carpets (blaow) Niggas snitching to bring you down on charges (damn) Walk around, limits is now mantras Who made out the sharp, fade, dark winged up? Money not thin, park the Benz (skrrt) Ballin' with minimal top space, you wasn't with us Bust shots 'til the gym, plenty options (I got it) Ten shots for the next God, I slam my God God with the anthemic blickys, bombardment (boom) I take you niggas out just like garbage men (fuck outta here) You near the deep end, get ready to fall and swim Ten shots hit the charlatan (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Or the penny pincher beggin' to bargain it, yo (woah) Fuck outta here, nigga (fuck outta here) Yeah, safe houses, the cake, make about a thousand (woah) Yeah, safe houses, the cake, make about a thousand (sheesh) (Ayo, ayo) Ayo, Wraith gettin' dusty (skrrt) Don't nobody love me like my kids and my junkies Some niggas live, some niggas wasn't lucky (uh-uh) Saint Michael VLONE, rips in my dunkeys Model bitches wanna fuck me (woo) rub my feet, chef me Wagyu Japanese dinner, while I left, she stay a-boot Sweetest taboo, head shot, face ragu (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) You ain't ever got Givenchy sent from Matthew, you lackin' (ah) Wales Bonner gloves on the MAC-10 (brra) Switches on the strap, Inshallah, this work come back (whip) And if we do, we back My main fiend a white boy, long hair, blue eyes, we call him Jesus Crack Hallelujah (hallelujah) Bullets through ya (bullets through you) We cleared the plate, turned into Luger (ah) Tesla Jeep, playin' Grand Puba (skrrt) As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic And if you swing an 'ep, you'd better wear a prophylactic 'Cause things are gettin' drastic Push up in the wrong one, you'll end up in a casket (slow down) For God so loved the world, He gave us dope (gave us dope) For God so loved the world, He gave us cocaine (he gave us cocaine) Dope man (dope man), dope man (dope) Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash Dope man (dope), they screamin' dope man (ah) For God so love the world, He gave us cocaine Water whip a drain, take communion on the stove, remember me (remember me) They soft as Bentley seats, I signed my name in cursive on the key (haha) I got the work for cheap, ran through it, Herschel Walker speed He hit the glasses hard, almost burst into pieces (woo) I feel like Jesus leavin' Neiman's, the Balenciaga's blood burgundy Just get the birds to me, these kilos got us lit We went electric, stamp my blocks with the Tesla T (stamp mine) What's action to me? When they shoot the driver's side And you die crawlin' out the passenger seat (brra, bah, bah, bah) That boy elite, eyes closed, trap in my sleep (woo) I brush my teeth with Ace of Spade, I spit champagne in the sink (Hahaha) Diamond every link, courtesy of Slime, courtesy of Johnny Dang (Johnny Dang) Tell them niggas playin' with my name, I said they pussy (nigga, you pussy) Look where my rookie season took me, seven bricks to book me I went Mookie Blaylock, picked up ten birds in Atlanta Magic with the Arm & Hammer, I got PTSD from the Fed cameras (I do) Playin' Fred Hammond in the Lambo' (haha) I be everywhere you can't go You don't love Michelle, bitch, stand on it For God so loved the world, He gave us dope (gave us dope) For God so loved the world, He gave us cocaine (he gave us cocaine) Dope man (dope man), dope man (dope) Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash Dope man (dope), they screamin' dope man For God so love the world, He gave us cocaine Yeah, I can freestyle for y'all Y'all ready, y'all ready? You ready Perry? (First time ever) Right now, tell me Perry, what's up? Huh? What? On occasions, on occasions, I be blazin' Hell fuckin' raisin', you know this paper Never I be chasin', paper fuckin' chase us Chasin' all this paper Black bull with a black, got them shotty Big bull with a homicide body Thug nigga with a gentleman's swag Mentality, I gotta get a bag A bag, a bag, a bag like that .30 on my hip, .30 with the damn MAC Talk about them guns that a little nigga had That deuce-deuce, dawg, man, that be my fuckin' dad Hell no, low-key got the dough Key to my heart, pure, with the 44 Ocky be my nigga, man, that nigga really real Fuck what you heard, dawg, we bustin' off the steel MAC-90 with the blue beam, dawg, I'm thuggin' Baby girl, man, I really like it, love it Baby mama, man, she sat up and trippin' Homicide, bitch nigga, I'm the witness
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