Westside Gunn ft. Slick Rick, Busta Rhymes - Ocean Prime Lyrics

Ayo
Ayo, ayo
FLYGOD

Ayo, the first body made me anemic, Draco up close (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Chop him in pieces, out the Black Badge Ghost, take it or leave it (ah)
Thousand and eight grams, parade it, turbo take hands (skrrt)
Shake hands with the devil, I send shootout to take lane (brr, brr, brr)
The pole out the Polestar, Lord, coke pot pissy
Stefano Ricci, lookin' richer, got extendos on the glizzy (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
730 on the FP John, preparin' for the storm
Don't forget the Vacheron, you know what time it is (you know what time it is)
Outside your mama crib (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
You hit everything, make sure you positive
Nobody live, nobody live (nobody live)
'95 Undertaker in the Prada trench (ah)

I'm into plantin' seeds of bard, farmers toss the soil
The type of strain that blossom sticky if it catch the oil (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
My coke the most potent inside the foil
I kept the weed at proper room temperature, why it spoil? (Wwy, nigga?)
Call my Panamanian connect a jaco (Chucha loco)
Pulled up on in El Duado (What happenin' now, baby?)
Beyond connected, my plug should call Gustavo
Appreciate it's just a just, now slide the coke a planto (hurry up)
Lemme roll up the weed, nigga, pass the fronto
The first to inhabit this land, nigga, call me Tonto (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You big nose niggas, call you Gonzo
Bitches can't manage this D in the morning like I'm Alonzo (god damn)
I provide the grocery like I was Costco (supply the fuckin' strip)
Oh, you got a lil' coke, I got a lot though (get the tool)
You niggas know my rep, I make it hot, yo
You bitches think you can cook, I'm nicer with the pot, hoe (pot, hoe)

First paintbrush at us
Toss it, floss, kid, send a deposit
And to us with, and watch us slip, mount catastrophic
Hump in public, cops be boppin', stop, cannot us
Steamin' hot ass, volcano ash get, no one can stop us
Walkin' down the street, my jewels neck drop 'cause
Admires black, eloquent, this, how fucked does us have?
Roll luxurious with ain't her, discuss us
Not the patch, got Wallabees lit, minus the profits
Educate 'em sacred, my rules above it
Is I was scared, eventual kid come out as posh us