Judas lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Take a walk
I gotta change the reel
I said f*ck off
Ayo (Brr)
Ayo
f*ck these n*ggas, yo
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Three shots left his stomach out (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask, n*gga, these ain't comin' out
n*ggas tyin' rope around your fam, yo
My shooter so high, the n*gga won't land, yo
Wrist a hundred grand, yo
All gold stove, every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work so incredible
Fiend got the pack, bit it open like it's edible, Lord
SB skater on a hater
Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker (Brr)
Don't get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (Never)
Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix (Never)
In Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (Never)
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke, I'll get the MAC and the mask
Over the baby crib, my n*gga, where the stash at?
My man killed a family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch
This Margiela on Mad Max
Persian b*tch, titties look fake, plus her ass fat (Woo)
n*ggas doubted, now they payin' homage
New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college
Ayo, do the knowledge
Ayo, peace to Knxwledge
You n*ggas garbage (f*ck y'all n*ggas, man)
n*ggas ain't sh*t, man
Yeah, these n*ggas garbage
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Uh, Fendi monster sh*t for me and my conglomerate
I heard a lot of n*ggas spit, but nobody that's dominant
Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious
The music speak for itself and plus I got murals in other continents (That's me, n*gga)
Most of these rap n*ggas livin' in they mama's sh*t
They pushin' forty and broke (Ha)
Safety on the forty is broke
Uh, I blick until you lose consciousness (Uh-huh)
High school dropout, spittin' like I got a doctorate degree
I'm what's popping, b*tch, you opposite of me
2016, nobody jotted hotter sh*t than me
You see, dotted my I's and now I got it to a tee
My goons love me so much, they wanna body sh*t for free (Them my n*ggas man)
Like, f*ck— f*ck the bag, they don't need it
They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic (Yeah)
Hit in my head and walked out of the 'spital, please believe it (Uh)
Like three days later, now they comparin' me to Jesus (Haha)
I walked on water, n*gga, I made the blind see
Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me
Those my disciples
All me verses on a God level, n*gga, you should find those in the Bible (Talk to 'em)
Look, I don't think no rapper can f*ck with me (Uh-uh)
n*gga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me
Rap sh*t, street sh*t, come and see what's up with me (What's poppin', n*gga?)
Fifty round sticks just to air out your f*ckery (Brr)
[Outro]
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Wanna try the red? The red is even better
Let me smell it
It's like that sh*t we were drinkin' in Paris
Let me try it
It's not mouthwash
No, but you wanna aerate it a little bit
Do we just like put a f*ckin' shot?
Well, taste it first, see if you like it
I like it, send me, see what else you guys got
Do you like it? It's a little funky
Yeah, it is weird
It is, right?
It's mad unfiltered, you like?
Pour it up
Just pour it