Rappin´ and thinkin´ ´bout traffickin´ (Traffickin´) There´s blood on the money, we savagin´ (Savagin´) You can tell by the driveway, we havin´ it, yeah (Havin´ it) We took it easy, so don´t press your luck When I feel like squeezin´, my blood pressure up I took two hoes on a date, doubled up Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle Play with them pots ´cause Butch don´t gamble But I´m in Vegas with least ´bout a hundred In all blue strips, that´s only two handfuls Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos I had to season that chicken like Dan-O´s Shit we don´t speak on, all you need to know is When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled
I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga She´ll leave you for a rich, rich nigga Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin´ (Skrrt) She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin´ Mini Drac´ with the banana, I´m thuggin´ (Grrt) Carti´ glasses with the panther (Grrt), I´m buggin´
Pyrex, man, yeah, you know my handle Play with them pots, ´cause Butch don´t gamble But I´m in Vegas with least ´bout a hundred In all blue strips, that´s only two handfuls I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga She´ll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (She on a hit list, nigga)
Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (At the Quik Trip, nigga) I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch´ (Let´s go, Flygod)
Ayo, ayo, I´m the same nigga with the coke and pots Ayo, ayo, Gucci strap, back with the polka dots Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back ´bout two-thirty D&G stove, thriller on froze Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome) Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones) Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin´ Prezi at the low (Low)
Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah) Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (Grrt) How you niggas kingpins? You ain´t never sell none (Uh-uh) Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell none (Uh-uh) Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the wreck yard Creases on the dance floor, you ain´t been to jail once You know what it is, shit don´t stop, nigga I´m just leavin´ the hospital, gettin´ my surgery Fuckin´ anesthesia, ain´t even fully wore off yet Let´s do it again (Haha), look, let´s go
May Street, you knowin´ where my crew from No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck) We ain´t with the talk, gotta do somethin´ Fourth and long, we goin´, we don´t do punts Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin´ (Ah) Couple mill´ and hundreds, since the blue ones (Woo) Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha Yeah, lil´ red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch Red ´Rari, shit from out of DuPont Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (We eatin´, nigga) When you do the labor, watch the fruit come I don´t really like to go to parties But this gon´ cost you fifty if I do come (Hahaha), look
I fraternize with feathers and parolees Twin stay with me, that´s the brodie Any pressure, he gon´ up his polie (Boom, boom) Mask on his face like a goalie Niggas hatin´, fuck ´em, die slowly Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit That´s when they see me turn to Kobe (Black mamba, yeah) Like, who these rap niggas playin´ with? (Huh) I´m a silverback with banana clips I´ma peel the cap when I´m sprayin´ shit (Brr) Look, brought that feeling back is what they sayin´, shit (Huh, woo) The realest back for a million flat, my last play and shit (Haha) Smokin´ out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet (´Kay) Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin´ I´m the face of it (Yeah)
Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this) Lobster tail with the black truffle Lots of mail in that black duffel (Woo) Mm-hmm I´m the gladiator, I´m the Black Russell Silencer on the MAC muzzle Touch one of mine´s, that´s trouble I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled You could´ve made it out of that struggle But you´d rather hate and you lack hustle Bro, damn, we be on go mode Jumpin´ with the sticks, no pogo (Woo) Ice D.W., logo, try to run down, that´s a no-no (Woo) Every time I post though, yo ho keep double-tappin´ my photo (Ha)
Got this rap game in the chokehold Machine, bitch, I´m a new prototype (Brr)
Tell everybody, I´ll tell everybody in the city you my man Everybody (Yes), everybody (Yes sir) And yo, man, thank y´all for the what´s the name, man? Thank y´all for the uh, record, the Sly Green record, man, it´s real nice, man (Know) And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say Can´t nobody say nothin´ to you, about me, about, "Yo, dude He know y´all puttin´ his name " Them dudes don´t know me like you know me, Westside
You could do whatever you wanna do with my name You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y´all wanna do with my name, man (Yes) You my man, man (Of course) You a personal friend of mine (Of course) So you ain´t gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (Yes, sir) You my man, man, come on Man, Westside, you my man, man You know I love you, bro You my man, come on, man You know I love you, bro I know that And look, man, I´m proud of y´all, man I seen you on BET, man When y´all done a thing on DMX Oh, you got to see it?