Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Keisha Plum - Babylon Bis (feat. Stove God Cooks & Keisha Plum)

Yeah, yeah Ayo, you know my drug of choice, let me sniff Fifth Ave You know I'm way out your league boy, your raps too trash My denims two thousand a leg, a deuce on the dash Since Hitler 1, I been over your head I'm makin' ravi on the top floor, penthouse wave The bitch had a nosebleed, told her cocaine pays Ever seen a million in art? The visuals caught My frame is housing your brain, playing Yves Saint Laurent The streets hot, I got a Glock just to flaunt Nigo zip-up with the sharks, selling nickels in the park Beggars tickle, then they spark Niggas fickle, got no heart Green beam on my mark, fiend lean in the dark Have you seen, have you saw I'm a G inside my guard Two divas on my arm, two-seaters out in Prague I went from four and a baby, to Roc Nation, to Shady Then I wore Celine boots, them bums tried to play me Wore a Goyard bag, bum niggas tried to gay me Like I'm not the same nigga who brought you Pray for Haiti Seem like it's everybody hate West lately Hit him in his head, rudeboy shot Jakey Make sure the fish scale tasty, guess who baeski Louis lovers, shootouts all summer The switch do numbers, they thought them broke days would humble us That's before the plug Dikembe Mutumbo'd us All four door panels off so we could stuff enough I was water whippin' on my Prince shit This what it sound like when doves swimming in the kitchen Purple rain turn to coke fog, I'm the dope God Write my name in the steam on the pot Kilo wrappers drop on marble floors, caught lightning in a bottle in Marcy Then West turned me from a rapper to a artpiece Shine the sun on me, I'm feeling like Dan Marjerle You see a sparkle once you break the corner piece I can't sell a quarter key, I don't wanna break it up Have them niggas run down on you, oh you was fakin' huh Scorpions on the apron, whip Damian Lillard, I had O's in a Blazer Hang me on the gold cross, bitch I'm really the savior Stove Jesus had coke dreams sleep in the manger Bitch, I'm major, bitch- you know who the fuck I am I'm a genius, I'm a God, I'm a priceless piece of art I'm the truth, I'm the light, I write these songs best at night My medusa head red, I'm a goddess in the bed Roses grow between my legs, roses grow between my legs Fuck around and you'll end up dead She was on the run from the feds Sleep with one eye open, menage with two ARs in the bed Dior scarf to tie up her hair, tie up all loose ends To leave a witness is a sin Keisha Plum flow, Westside Gunn the inspo Gxfr like Pablo Escobar mixed with Griselda Blanco Chopard diamond glows In the summertime, we serve 'em snow Cocaine eskimos, igloo full of bricks Grimiest from the 716 I'm a genius, I'm a God, I'm a priceless piece of art I'm the truth, I'm the light, I write these songs best at night My medusa head red, I'm a goddess in the bed Roses grow between my legs, roses grow between my The scorpion is the predator, the scale is for balance God is the greatest, Superflygod Brrt