Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack - VEERT

Ayo, you ain't never had to parallel park a Bugatti 5K, my YN'll catch a new body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Victor Victor opps, jumper on Bulgari Ruth's Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry (Shit) Out in Paris, ate Caesars five days straight No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains French bitch fuck me 'cause my bracelet, didn't know my name (Gotti) Long way from 70-something, clip Luol Deng (Grrt, ayo, Chan) The dope was grey and it smelled like vinegar (Fuck, coño) Knew to cut it five or six times and it's the carjack press cinema (Jack, jack, jack) Slime-ass niggas is amphibious (Snakes) Stick through the family van hittin' you (Brrt) Instantaneous (Right away), six aliens (Nack), jewels deep (Yeah) Traps out thе Latin boutique (Trap) Mood swings, food for kings (We eatin') Dеath toll, walk in, Supreme echo (Fly) Clothes retro, fashion expos, select hoes (Mami) Church music (Sounds good), fallen angels (Yeah) Half-a-million-dollar Winnebago (Money) Cops in plain clothes (Woo), Spain shows (We out), been to great lows (We here now) Now the motion like Mayco (Movin') Hundred-dollar tips in Turks and Caicos, yo (Woah) Queso, case closed (Yeah), black Rolls (Nack) Nack done chose the path of gold, the math done told And that's when you get it after you know, shit's the format (That's the order) Wipe your feet at my doormat (Word) I'm trying to see where y'all is at (Where you at, son?), chk-chk, boom (Boom) Witch doctor (Magic), raps and cracks, I'm a philosopher The Pyrex, I could be a part of (Hit my line) Dancin' salsa, out-of-state posture (Oye cómo va) Colossal L wine and steak pasta (Uh-huh) Drunk and high, lookin' like a pilot in a space saucer, vroom (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, we out) Putting a bullet, pfft, in the impostor (Toma) Yeah, son (Headshot), the illest nigga on the roster (Nack, ya) Ayo, you ain't never had to parallel park a Bugatti 5K, my YN'll catch a new body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Victor Victor opps, jumper on Bulgari Ruth's Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry Out in Paris, ate Caesars five days straight No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains French bitch fuck me 'cause my bracelet, didn't know my name (Woo) Long way from 70-something, clip Luol Deng (Grrt, ah) They said the streets miss you, game miss you, kitchen miss you Bricks miss you, plug miss you, fans miss you, fiends miss you I'm back, nigga, I'm back (Woo) My wrist rested up, I'ma make it jump back (Woo) Shooters hanging out the Rolls-Royce, nigga, I'm back (Brrt) Got my wrist rested up, I'ma make it jump back (It's me), uh, uh I'm back, nigga, I'm back (Woo) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know they think they this, them niggas better stop (Them niggas better stop) You can't compare one bird to a pet shop (Haha, you can't) You can't compare one Perc' to a fentanyl spot (You really can't) Just took my twins to Disney, on the way in, sold a brick outside of Epcot (Hahaha) They like, "Stove, you ain't cooked in forever, I know you rusty," I'm like, "I been had my tetanus shot" (Bitch, stop playin' with me) And I got the TEC in the drop (Brrt, bah, bah, brrt) Bitch, I been feet to floor like Fred in Bedrock (For real) Fourth Rope cocaine champion, you can't wrestle with God (I got the belt) The Virgil rug say "Rug" The plug name in my phone say "Plug" (Plug name in my phone say "Plug") Horses on Sunset with Tremaine and slime rockin' the Denim Tear Uggs (Haha) Tracy McGrady, cook on one crooked eye, I'm the what? (I'm the one) I'm the one (Bitch, I'm me, who the fuck it is) And the album done Stove (Haha) Y'all bitch ass niggas wanna talk that gunplay shit Y'all niggas never was shit Y'all niggas is pussy, ass, hoes, lames (Griselda) It's Flippa, LOE, nigga, Broadway Gang, stand up Nigga, we Crippin', we crackin', we Blooded up, nigga, we everything Y'all niggas been bitch I'ma tell you one more time, I put this on my grandmama You take my name, you call me Dad— Reverend Daddy motherfuckin' Alister Slow fuck-ass niggas, you niggas ain't get no money I been doin' my thug thizzle, I been doin' this shit And that's the last time I tell y'all niggas, I'm a gangster for real Just came back from hollerin' at Pappy Mason, Supreme Team, nigga Free that mob-boss nigga Hook Holla at my nigga Chubbs, holla at that nigga Sandman Lacosta Nigga, we Crippin' for real We out here gangbangin', slangin', and doin' all type of shit Crip, Blood, Latin King, Nieta, Dosieta, Ventecieta Nigga, we doin' our thing Nigga You come in me class-a, tryna fuck with the realest African don dada, you niggas'll get killed We murder for fun, you pussy-ass niggas But guess what, it's just a joke Holla at me later