Lyrics Westside Gunn – Lakers vs Rockets
Text:
Westside Gunn:
Fuck, ayo
Ayo, brr
Brr
Ayo, I like to watch the body drop, I don’t got it all (Ah, brrr)
Chanel ski mask, look like I fuckin’ rob (Ah)
Louis gloves on the Corbin, hit my niggas off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, bring)
Tote an AP, you know my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
Whip the deuce to a four-way, my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
My work crack, just bite the glass cutter’s hand open (Ah)
The doors on the Lamb open (Skrrt)
A hundred round stick, sound like a fan on it (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
Medusa plates with the grams on it
My shooter doin’ bad, I put two grand on you (Ah)
Let me do my dance on you (Let me do my dance on you)
In the gallery, you fuck Chanel up (Fuck Chanel up)
We the commissary lords, nigga, get your mail up (Get your mail up)
Triple deck yachts, get your sail up (Get your sail up)
Trash bag on it, better pick the shells up (Brr)
My side bitch want a lace front and her nails done (Want a lace front and her nails done)
I love my side bitch (Ah), I love my side bitch
Sauce Walka:
(Splash) I sell mine, though
(Splash) Ooh-wee
Prostitutes sellin’ pussy by the parking meters
Taco trucks on the corner sellin’ fresh fajitas
Burberry summer linen shorts, MAC stuffed between ’em
My city hot as hell, I live around a bunch of demons
Sixty white bitches in my cellphone, I’m Charlie Sheenin’
The jacket Bathing Ape, but my shoes Al McQueenin’
My bulldog a pimp too, 5K for his semen
His stud fee worth your plug fee
I’m in the Maybach, curtains lifted up, watchin’ Rugby
I had to learn to hug the Glock, nobody hugged me
I had to learn to love the block, nobody loved me
My name enormous in the concrete
In high school, I blew the aux cord up with gasoline sheets (What’s good?)
My barber only cut my hair with Supreme clippers
The Maybach break pads got Supreme stickers (Woo)
My lil’ brother lost it all when the Ds hit him
Lil’ nigga tried to tap dance with no rhythm
Shang Tsung, they done snatched the soul out his goals, nigga
Another ghetto book closed, nigga, ooh-wee
Outro:
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Album
Westside Gunn – Flygod Is An Awesome God
