Westside Gunn - FLYGOD 2x

Luxurious (grrt) (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah (grrt) (Griselda) ayo I'ma take you back to the ski mask Chanel, CO with my mail I can never fail (ah) I can read through you, I can tell you would tell (mm) You ain't never ate Ruth Chris in the cell (uh-uh) Everything grail, you movin' at the pace of a snail Supreme Blientele 'cause my cocaine pale (ah) This rap doin' a'ight, my dope house swell in Egypt Readin' coldly, cutter doin' well I'm on the mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon Boxes cost 500, I got my pants saggin' (mm) If he had to drive 50 miles, he was head crackin' Back when I popped the fitted, I had the less wagon (skrrt) True story, I can get anything done Runway Gucci jean suit, head in the ball Santorini black, sand dick sucks in the sun The top three and not three or two, but I'm the (one) Finetta loves See me, I'm the model type (ah) Balenciaga tour tee with the piranha bites H-Rolls on ice Hit you broad day (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Fuck you and the police Nigga our doors nice Boom-boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom-boom (Super FlyGod) To-to JAY-Z, to André, to Westside Gunn For-for makin' me just wanna rap again I fuckin' love it, I love rap, it changed niggas lives