WESTSIDE lyrics

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[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Statik Selektah
Ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, Lord
Ayo, I don't give a f*ck about none of these n*ggas

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
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, n*gga, I'm straight (skrrt)
Courtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake
Still a new n*gga but I'm one of the greats
I motivate n*ggas who's started wars please get off my di*k
Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist
I'd rather catch a body than you taking my sh*t (boom boom boom boom boom)
Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual
Don't give a f*ck, n*gga, my time, they vaginal
This for my day one n*ggas eating mackerel
This for my n*ggas getting mail everyday
My n*ggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay
My main n*ggas been dead, been f*cked up since
So I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my sh*t
[Chorus: Scratches]
I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherf*ckers been patiently waiting
I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, b*tch
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
n*gga, Westside

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, FLYGOD classic, Glock on me plastic
Last n*gga that tried to rob me, turned to ashes
Black Waverunners, gator straps on the suede jumpers
Pina colada i8, from yay bumper
Audemars, Lord, f*ck the time, my wrist a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 f*ck with me, now my bread getting longer
Tryna compare me to the n*ggas I birthed
They only selling vinyls, n*gga, check out my worth
Be you, I'd rather jump off a bridge first
Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first
[Chorus: Scratches]
I'm out to get it, it's a stick up
All these motherf*ckers been patiently waiting
I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, b*tch
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
n*gga, Westside

[Outro: Scratches]
n*gga, Westside
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