Westside Gunn, A$AP Rocky, Stove God Cooks - Shootouts In Soho (feat. A$AP Rocky & Stove God Cooks)

Ayo Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight Fiends locked up for four houses, damn, no shake What the fuck is that Celine on your face? No case Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space Jean Paul Gaultier, see through Jamaican tanktop Hopped out the two-tone lord, made the bank stop Love is with no strings, please Doubt me if you need five or better, baby, not in a Brianna sweater The triple beam love us (ah, ah) Flip hit a stem and he loved it (ah, ah) Flip hit a stem like a trumpet (grrah, grrah, grrah) Hе fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder (woo) Ayo, who rockin' the road from hеad to toe? If you pull it out, you better blow (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) He might got it, you never know Style blow, out a linger gown Chop his fingers down, you broke (ah) It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo I might drip a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz Growin' up, I had to struggle to know what comfortable was (yeah) I might've fucked a few girls just to get 'em to love In my day, you learned the hard way what gullible was I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs MMP, bottle empty (bah) I got means, I got plenty (bah) I got lean on my kidneys, I wear jeans that don't fit me (damn) I feel free as my willie, pockets fat as a whale See as a kid they tried to scare me like them reefers was gon' kill me (grim) Who else you know got smoke like a chimney? Chimney smokin' Ain't no hit, take your chains off, you're already chainsmokin' Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not? Dirty socks with the hole, bought a big coat (grrah) This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for, and more (bitch) All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (ho') Gemstones and a red Pelle like I'm Jim Jones Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked Roll up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs Dressed in fox, bearin' thots, steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin' Like a pair of docks, check it, now Chains like I'm Mr. T, chains like I'm Mr. T Change like I'm Mr. T Said chains like I'm Mr. T, chains like I'm Mr. T (skrrt, ah) Change like I'm Mr. T (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope (I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope) I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope (I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope) 36 O's in a kilo, you know Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope (I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope), ah Second floor apartment, 17 with the burners on high Get your hands high Got it for the low, but the drought price high Off-White clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky My bitch like, "Is it Ablo or Abloh?" I don't know I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats I know lighter flames under bent spoons, black smoke Backstroke through the blood money and the crack smoke Can't breathe, cryin' then them tears look like snowflakes on the jeans That's perfect for me 'cause I bring snow to every season (woo!) They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more) Once the Feds come, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more) They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more) Once the money gone, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more) Ha, Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it High out his mind, cooked a whole brick (high out his mind, cooked a whole brick)