Nitro - Westside Gunn, Conway, Benny the Butcher

Nitro - Westside Gunn, Conway, Benny the Butcher

Альбом
Hitler's Dead
Год
2018
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
272710

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Nitro

Westside Gunn, Conway, Benny the Butcher

'17 S550 seats and it was navy

American gangster like preacher in the 80's

Deliver pie to your door like a pizza, if you pay me

Maniac rap, these niggas is crazy, hold up

Ayo, these niggas is brazy, hold up (hold up)

Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound nigga

At your kids' daycare with the pile nigga

Don’t make a peep nigga

At your nana nursing home with the street sweeper

Hall &Nash, we elite nigga

God bless all the street niggas

Told the youngin when you 'bout 50 you’ll take a piece with ya

These a thousand dollars each sneaker

The rich righteous teacher

Fucked your bitch for some Rihanna creepers

These fuck niggas can’t keep up

Had to drag the Goyard when I re’d up

Had to drag the Goyard when I re’d up

Bunch of homies, them niggas’ll J. Reid ya

Show a nigga love, he’ll still deceive ya

That’s why I keep the 40 I know the procedure

Them boys drop bodies for the bands though

Hide them dead bodies in the bandos

Gosha tee camo

Hanging out the Bentley truck like Rambo

Face on the lightpole with the candle

These niggas don’t even miss ya

These niggas won’t even kiss ya

Fuck the niggas we gon' air 'em out

Supply 350's till I wear 'em out

Supply 350's these pairing out

Niggas tuck they chains around us, they don’t wear 'em out

Prezi by the throat, your jug vein, I’ma tear it out

You ever ran into the devil?

I took this fly shit to another level (uh)

Coke pots next to the tea kettle (yeah lemme get this)

I had your ass floating sea level

Yeah, all my niggas kings, all my chicks is fancy

My hand in my bitch’s panties while I’m sipping Brandy

Shells I stuffed in the he probably left the Camry

Likely to catch another case before I win a Grammy

My little brother like Machine Gun 'cause he a savage

That 40 make you lose weight without eating salad

Gave him a gun, now he around town wreaking havoc

Got knocked once and heard y’all downtown singing ballads

Niggas up in causing faces

Got public defenders going against the strongest cases

If you want that, we have you make extortion payments

They come around once a month like a mortgage payment

If you late we fuck you up and still charge inflation

Better watch your fucking mouth when you talk to gangsters

I eat with the bosses and still hang with henchmen

Always spoke a when my name get mentioned

O’s, I cooked them up, in the strangest kitchens

Tossed bullets for bucks like I was Jameis Winston

I know niggas who never told 'cause they plug the brother

Sly Green numbers and never get to hug they mothers

I got homies who bought Rollies, not to check the time

But most of us caught bids and then perfected crime

And some niggas stood up and they took extra time

When they come home, they legends like me, West, and Con

Uh, upper echelon

When they come home, they legends like me, West, and Con

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