Westside Gunn - WESTSIDE Lyrics

Statik Selektah ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord
Ayo, I don't give a fuck
About none of these niggas

Ayo, I'm nothing less than impeccable
Hanging out the caramel king
I let the Desert blow my VLONE, Ricky Kilos
Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino
Neck lit up like Reno (brrrt)
Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week
I don't wanna talk unless it's whole keys
Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake
Bought three phones this year, nigga
I'm straight (skrrt)
Courtside, Timberlake's on
Across from Drake
Still a new nigga but I'm one of the greats
I motivate niggas who's started wars
Please get off my dick
Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist
I'd rather catch a body than
You taking my shit
(boom boom boom boom boom)
Factual, live from the murder capital
King of an actual
Don't give a fuck, nigga, my time
They vaginal
This for my day one niggas eating mackerel
This for my niggas getting mail everyday
My niggas still dropping bodies
Still heavy with yay
My main niggas been dead
Been fucked up since
So I'ma get up on this Statik
And talk all of my shit

I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherfuckers been
Patiently waiting
I'm out to get it, Westside
Been had it locked, bitch
I'm out to get it, you feel something sweet
Go get your heat and your peeps
And find your body parts on the street
Nigga, Westside

Ayo, FLYGOD classic, Glock on me plastic
Last nigga that tried to rob me
Turned to ashes black Waverunners
Gator straps on the suede jumpers
Pina colada i8, from yay bumper
Audemars, Lord, fuck the time
My wrist a nigga house
Why Bacon man had to kill 'em
I had to figure out
I guess jealousy prevails
That's why I keep my third
Eye open on the scale
Why the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail
Used to lay up on the couch
Reading wifey mail i can tell
The hate getting stronger and stronger
You used to fuck with me
Now my bread getting longer
Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed
They only selling vinyls, nigga
Check out my worth
Be you, I'd rather jump off a bridge first
Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first

I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherfuckers been
Patiently waiting
I'm out to get it, Westside
Been had it locked, bitch
I'm out to get it, you feel something sweet
Go get your heat and your peeps
And find your body parts on the street
Nigga, Westside

Nigga, Westside