Westside Gunn - Derrick Boleman

We don't give a f- Ayo Turn it the fuck up, yeah (yeah) Ayo, told the fiends, it's dryin', just hang tight (just hang tight) Hair flow, Drake, when the window tinted, 'til you save Mike You still pushin' 21 (You still pushin' you 21) how you know it's the 21, dawg? 'Cause Rolls-Royce changed its headlights (uh-huh) You know how dope it is, you niggas couldn't imagine (ah) Your favorite nigga's favorite nigga, you can ask him Skipped the Grammy's two years straight to watch wrestling (yeah) Back to back, Joe, what's brackin? (Skrrt) Did 200 to the plug, what's love? Pour 20, got 20 on the front coupe, criss-cross Got the trunk in the front Nigga had a point, put him in his 'stache (boom) Whole leg fell off, it went to lunch Had to get the 580 tinted Mind ya business, we got drug dealers in here, buying up and now sinnin' (ah) Coke smellin' up the whole loft (turn it the fuck up, ah, yeah) I rock a Cold War (yeah), for a ten o'clock, we had roll call (woo) One-four-eighty-one-zero-five-five, shoot up the whole mall (brr) Left his brains and gold ore (brr) Ayo, rest in peace Virgil, rest in peace Dolph Come a dollar short, rest in peace your moms I'm on the graveyard shift, crackin' my jaw, had visions Casablanca, my silk addictions Double-Fs to bolster my bridges, the illest nigga (turn it the fuck up, yeah) Allah's my witness, forgave the sinners (yeah), wash my pain away with druet Steak 48 dinners, tryna wake the eight figures (ah) I hate niggas Ah, I went Bobby on the digital I got the W, I got a rental four (uh) How many bricks? 44 like Derrick Coleman with the Sixers Who sick as us? Who sick as Stove? Stockton with the pick and roll My young boy hop out shootin', do you niggas wrong (yeah) Rick James with the powder, kilo wrappers on the counter Fuck what they pay, I don't really care about they numbers What you gon' charge us if I buy like a thousand of 'em? Two-tone Bentley continental Is you really the plug or you the middle? He blew trial, he was prayin' for acquittal The ear to the stove, I'm the prince, I'm the symbol Take that other door off, we gon' fit 'em all Is it fire or is it Fentanyl? (Yeah) He say it don't matter, long as we get it off And when they overdose, it make 'em get it more But don't say nothin', we got the whole thing jumpin' Margiela crochet bucket, cocaine bubblin' Mama loved me, the block fed me Wrist deep in the pot, I cook lefty Come test me, come test me I got the million-dollar recipe (yeah), come test me (yeah) Come test me I got everything we paid for and an extra key Come test me So much water whipped, I bought a jet ski Come test me Mama loved me, the block fed me Wrist deep in the pot, I cook lefty Turn it the fuck up, yeah (yeah) Well, bitch, let me tell you somethin', you must be a bitch Now, you a pastor incursion Be aware of problems, we are definitely living in our last day Yes, I cuss I'm the cussing pastor While your motherfucking pastor ain't doin' a goddamn thing I'm the cussing pastor that used my platform to raise six-thousand dollars For this mother who was going through a plight While these other ignorant-ass, non-functioning ass pastors Wasn't doing a motherfucking thing in this city Now, if that bothers you, that I'm a cussing pastor Then get your motherfucking ass off plain and damn self See, I don't play, it's about being real, it's about the truth And I don't give a damn what none of you bitches says And none of you hoe-ass niggas either It's about telling the truth just like it is So, bitch, bye, I'ma, I'ma take you off, so you don't have to worry about it See, y'all be worried about the wrong thing "You curse," yes, I curse, hell, Jesus probably cursed Plain and damn simple See, I don't play