n*ggas in Puerto Rico lyrics

[Part One]

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Stone Island drag over the sh-, ah

[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Stone Island drag over the whole island
Who run the phone? I ran up on 'em straight styling
In the mess rocking VVS, bet my commissary 300
Sport a E bucket, n*gga, be something (Ah)
Ten chains on, stunting up in Sothebys
Luckily, get your family killed for a couple keys (Grr)
Yay wears, shoot him anywhere, n*gga, we ain’t playing (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Get his ass in church, hit the pastor too, we can't say who play folly (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Hamdulillah, we ate choppers
Lindsay Clay rockers, jean suit, patent leather Pradas
Came home all weight, gave Black my locker
Chew done kill 'bout fifteen n*ggas, he off of FLYGOD
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Body n*ggas A to Z, the Wilder fight, I played the mink (Ah)
Cooking bricks, yo, I played the stove, you played the sink
We lookin’ like two long chefs, God bless
The MAC in the arm rest, you f*cking with me is too far fetched
We looking like a Banksy

[Outro: Reporter 1 & Reporter 2]
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[Part Two]

[Intro: Westside Gunn & Flee Lord]
Brr
Ay, Lord, Lord

[Verse 1: Flee Lord & Benny The Butcher]
I'm selling white girl so they wanna black man me
Revolver in my joggers just in case they acting nasty (Boom)
Loyalty or Death, hitters lurking in the shadows (Uh huh)
All purpose with the barrel, y'all worthless n*ggas battle (pus*y)
Blow another chopper like a surfer from Seattle
If you hack me or attack me, I'ma turn you to a statue (Brr)
Westside and Benny, yeah, the vets ride with semis
Flee, I serve a brick on the left side of Denny's (Hold that down)
Pussies on the strip getting chastised for pennies
Just caught another lick and I ask God, forgive me (Hoo)
Rubber gloves in the glove box, I pray I never need 'em (Ah, facts)
Play me out the business, I'ma spray you at the meeting (Brr) (The Butcher coming, n*gga)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Y’all comparing me to nerds, but how when we barely mix words?
I move that Tre in with me like I’m Larry Fishburne
I seen the hustlers on my block cop canaries and furs
Then took the rock and ran the field like I'm Garrison Hearst (Let’s go)
They say they flip packs, well I doubt it, sh*t, they barely flip birds
You come to my trap and I'm out here, you can really get served
Uh, and this Glock, I wear on me, make sure your family get burned, yeah (Doot doot)
And this watch a guarantee, that's why I barely get curved (Let's go)
That pus*y wet and slippery but she won’t get no wedding with me
She drive a 740, your credit score is 760
After Tana Talk, it's back to ounces for $1,150
Walk the plug, but another run in make that man forgive me
Yeah, I did it for the family, that's the code of n*ggas
We knew the opps every move like a motion sensor
Griselda back, now the culture different (Back)
These words sting like dope syringes and songs like motion pictures
Straight drop, I counted 50 up in a tank top
From yay blocks, and we got busy at Shantae's spot
On Millicent, that's real drug dealer sh*t, I'm what they not
I aim high, I popped in The Purple Tape on the A Side
Accordingly, that's how I deal with ya, real n*ggas know
I saw a lot of sh*t but still ain't see a real n*gga fold (Nah)
We was lil n*ggas tryna cop some Hilfiger clothes
But the OGs was too busy to build with us, so (Ah)
Now I'm the OG, Brazilian, I'm brilliant, the GOAT
With soda, I was like Noah building a boat (Ah)
With yola, I'm skilled with it, whip it big, it'll float
And the next verse I write probably gon' kill n*ggas slow
The Butcher coming, n*gga, ah
[Part Three]

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
f*ck these n*ggas, lord

[Verse: Westside Gunn]
We out in Puerto Rico (Ah)
We out in Puerto Rico
House so big I ain't seen buildings in two days, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas cold as f*ck right now
I see y'all pictures in them hoodies, n*gga, we in tank tops (We out in Puerto Rico)
Smoking the best (Rrr, rrr, rrr)
Getting money out here too, n*gga (Ow)
Still got shooters to blow your sh*t off, n*gga (Doot doot doot doot doot)
n*ggas wanna be me so bad, f*ck 'em (We out in Puerto Rico, ah)
Still tryna f*ck my old hoes from ten years ago (Too fly for you n*ggas)
Stealing my slang and sh*t (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
No matter what you do, you can't f*ck with me, n*gga