Sensational Sherri lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
f*ck
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, you f*ck n*ggas fear me, b*tches love me
Cancun check the chin, neck looked husky (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie (He did the Dougie, ah)
Ayo, the fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie (He did the Dougie, ah)
Ayo, my neck lookin' gorgeous
Ten pavement scrapers, got the poles in the Porsche (Skrrt)
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, n*gga, that's on all us
Where you from? Have my lil' n*gga shoot your borner up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drug dealin' was necessary
.38 with the potato seasoned with peri peri (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My MAC that Sensational Sherri (Brr, brr)
My MAC that Sensational Sherri
My Bape Hebru a thousand percent
Dimes looked like M&Ms, we had housin' on lit (Ah)
Everybody rockin' Fendi now, sh*t lookin' brazy
Griselda like the coke in the '80s (Ah)
Griselda like the coke in the '80s (Ah)
Ayo, every other week the n*ggas shootin' at the groove (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I had to duck a couple times, I'm drippin' in my jewels
Bullets hit this b*tch, she started bleedin' on my Loubs
b*tches say he rich as f*ck, prettier, and bool (Bool)
Metal Gear Stone Island
Cherry '63, I bought that sh*t with no mileage (Skrrt)
Cherry '63, I bought that sh*t with no mileage
Ayo, dope man this, n*gga, dope man that, n*gga
Thirty-two shot MAC, n*gga, sip Act', n*gga (Brr)
Thousand pack flip, n*gga, skeleton wrist, n*gga
Lil' n*gga ask me how it feel to be rich, n*gga (How it feel, n*gga?)
I do this sh*t in real life (Real life)
I got the red cherry
I do this sh*t in real life (Real life)
The f*ckin' king of New York, n*gga, me
I do this sh*t in real life (Real life)
Fly f*ckin' god
I'm an awesome god, n*gga
I do this sh*t in real life (Real life)
You n*ggas is f*ckin' broke
You n*ggas f*ckin' bums
[Interlude: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
The Butcher comin', n*gga
Flygod is an Awesome God
Yo, ah

[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
You might catch me dolo but the drum hold fifty
If the po' come get me, I might come home 60 (Damn)
If I get head in the whip, she might come home sticky (That sh*t sticky)
It worked, triple your worth if you move one load with me, and that's on God
You know when pies get measured, that's when ties get severed, n*gga
And we are never squashin', I like conflict better, uh
My name in conversations with accomplished legends
Anybody that rhyme pathetic done got beheaded
My n*ggas in the field lettin' TECs off, ratchets pop (Brr)
And the rest in them hills and them rec yards shadowboxin'
Take a rapper chain, bring it here, I'll gladly rock it (Let me have it)
Me, West, and Conway like Mike, Bird, and Magic Johnson
.44 mag, ski mask and the fabric cotton (Uh)
My eyes done seen sh*t my kids can't imagine watchin' (Imagine watchin')
n*gga'll put you in the casket for the hat you rockin'
Dope boy, I had to use a mattress as an extra pocket
They spend half they careers gettin' over (What?)
This nickel shoot like Kerry Kittles from Villanova
I used to take trips in the cab to get the coca
I still ride in the back of the whip gettin' chauffeured (Chauffeured)
Feds at my front door, try to leave the game, plug said one more
I told him f*ck it, as long as it come raw
I was there when it jumped off (When it jumped off)
This for my n*gga in the feds who won't get to see his son crawl
Let's go
[Outro: Scott Hall]
Hey yo
Bad Guy here
Remindin' you
Flygod is an awesome god, chico