Westside Gunn Gus Smacker (feat. Brother Tom Sos)
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, let's get one thing clear, f..ck these niggas and that's bein' sincere, this fin to your ears
For years, my style be copied and stolen from my peers, you sloppy (Ah)
The G63 Grand Edition lookin' boxy (Skrrt), probably on the boulevard
Came from behind the Range Rover, shot at least a hundred bullets off (Grrt)
Spent too much time sweatin' over gas stoves
Riki-Oh mask, put the chopped nose to his dome (Doot, doot)
I seen his OG cry when he see me
He said he so proud when he seen mе on the TV (Ah)
I used to show him love, three twеnties for the fifty (Ah)
But then he left to rob two banks, sippin' gypsy (Mm)
My homie been home two years, it still burn
All he wear is green Dicky sets with his Huk shirt
Connect said he got enough work to get us through the year
Blow your head off and take it for a souvenir (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Held it down on the graveyard shift
Made a wish, if I could get through a thousand squares, then I'ma quit (Wallahi)
Hate comin' from those, the ones that got their stomach flipped (Ah)
That's why I keep a rubber grip for the sucker shit (Boom, boom, boom)
The AP say, "Nation," yay scrapin' (Whip)
My nigga just got a twenty-year paid vacation (Ah)
She said I smell good and taste amazin'
I told her, "Bitch, FLYGOD the greatest" (Super FLYGOD)
[Verse 2: Brother Tom Sos]
Uh, I've been pickin' up pieces and broken promises (Woo)
Hot like water for chocolate, I'm the the light, that's word to Common Sense (Woo)
You niggas need to use your common sense (Woo)
Don't chase no bitches 'cause I promise you, they gon' be where the dollar's spent
And that's word to Gustavo, son
Every day, I make money and pray, I be the one to make the change
For generations on the way, I, hmm, ain't the same as these niggas
I can't explain it, but I feel like Joey Crack off the Remy, I'm all the way up
I'm on my way up (Woo)
Fly as a motherfucker, I just pray I stay up (Woo)
I've seen too many niggas fall from the top (Grrt)
I'm the future, perfect timin' like the ball when it drop
Tell 'em, "Free all of my niggas," gettin' calls from the box
Break my heart, reminisce when we was all on the block
Play my part, made it out
And as hard as this shit is, they think I took the easy route?
I'm appalled, why you doubt? (Woo)
This is God, I'm Jesus walkin' on water (Woo)
Peter beefin' with Paul (Woo)
This David runnin' from Saul (Woo)
This worker turnin' a boss (Woo)
This hunger bein' dissolved (Woo)
Our money problems is solved, nigga (Woo)
For real
[Outro]
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