Westside Gunn - DAVEY BOY SMITH

Grrt Ayo, fuck these niggas, lord Can't have shit, man Everybody wanna fuckin' be FLYGOD You know niggas seein' y'all niggas stealin' my shit, you know, right? (The most gorgeous) Niggas, y'all niggas can't keep fuckin' getting by with this shit no more, nigga (I'm tellin you fuck niggas) You niggas is fuckin' bums (FLYGOD) Ayo The stakes high on my Wade 5s, .9 in the Balmain waistline My plug got me droolin' showin' bricks on FaceTime (whoo) Peace to all my niggas doin' fed and state time (whoo) Where the paperwork? I ain't no, "Heard through the grapevine" (uh-huh) Porterhouse steak well-done with some steak fries (mm) Poochie pull over in the red flyin' saucer (skrrt) Crack bags scatterd on the saucer Fiend came back, she sold the baby at a auction (ah) Wore my conehead backwards with a revolver (boom-boom-boom-boom) Every day, I miss Big Dump, wish I could bawl 'em Threw the Teslas out, fiend's knees bloody from crawlin' Pay attention, young man, your mind's fallin' (ah) Up in Saks two hours after they closed Dominican bitches titties out, baggin' up the reggaeton (banjo!) All headshots, nigga (boom-boom-boom) (all headshots, nigga) Ayo Force suspenders crisscross, Mack Daddy or Daddy Mac (brrt, brrt) Scream, "Go door to door" in the bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt) East side Buffalo CP action pack (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, phew-phew-phew) Niggas tryna dethrone the king, imagine that (phew-phew-phew, fuck these niggas, lord) Imagine no guns, no drugs in our habitat (whoo) Johnny hit a stem, looked at me, and did the Cabbage Patch, whoa I got the best work, nigga (phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew, phew-phew-phew) Fourth Rope takin' over the motherfuckin' world, nigga Who else could make a motherfuckin' tape in a night, nigga? It's already Wednesday, nigga, this shit come out tomorrow midnight, nigga This shit gon' come out tomorrow night, nigga Yo' favorite rapper ain't dropped shit in how long? You know, I don't even like to rap, that's the thing about it I'm not a fuckin' rapper See, y'all like rappers I'm a artiste I'm a specialist, nigga I'm a culture curator, nigga I'm 'bout to take it back when posters was on the wall So I can make sure your bitch got me on the wall Make sure your kids got me on they wall, nigga FLYGOD