More songs by Westside Gunn
Description
Producer: Denny LaFlare
Composer, Lyricist: Alvin Worthy
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fuck.
Ayo, Kool King got me looking fly like this. Project elevator smell like piss.
Missed the fuck nigga, but his man got hit.
Nick Van asked me what the pill I was in. Get bored, talk shit on Twitter 'cause I'm rich.
Shit on bum niggas every day 'cause they bitch. Niggas wanna kill me every day 'cause they bitch.
Scratch the serial numbers off, it's legit.
Peace to all my die moves, peace to all my crips. Feds in the Amazon trucks taking pics.
Bust the duct tape, gums numb 'cause it's fish. Y'all ain't ever, ever fly like this.
I was dropping ten bricks off in the Lyft. Central Park nigga worth a lunch, worth the dip. Leroy asked Uncle
Benji what's the shit? Rob your dope spot, gave all the ones the flip. I was on
Broadway getting me a Ritz.
All my jewels are broad day, nigga I'm the-- Top hill, five K per pop wheel. Nigga took all of his jewels off, got shot still.
Green dot your noggin, get your top peeled.
The Moschino mock seal for shots you shot killed. Remember wholesale, remember three days straight on Mo's hill.
Niggas on center handing eighths through the doorbell.
Chucks in Minnesota every month getting phone bills. Shoot your whole fucking block up, nigga all will.
Your bitch got my crosses on her hand, on her toenails.
I ain't even fuck the bitch yet, she my hoe still. Count about nine hundred, I was 'bout four mil.
Fuck the smash shit, I got the plug on the pole still.
Still going state to state, dope in the door still. Meet me on exit eight, parked by the roadkill. Niggas wear
Shiesty mask, gloves with the poles still.
Make a wish at two twenty-two, that's my oath still. Might get a young country bitch like Gloryll. For real.
For real, nigga.
English translation
Fuck.
Ayo, Kool King got me looking fly like this. Project elevator smell like piss.
Missed the fuck nigga, but his man got hit.
Nick Van asked me what the pill I was in. Get bored, talk shit on Twitter 'cause I'm rich.
Shit on bum niggas every day 'cause they bitch. Niggas wanna kill me every day 'cause they bitch.
Scratch the serial numbers off, it's legit.
Peace to all my die moves, peace to all my crips. Feds in the Amazon trucks taking pics.
Bust the duct tape, gums numb 'cause it's fish. Y'all ain't ever, ever fly like this.
I was dropping ten bricks off in the Lyft. Central Park nigga worth a lunch, worth the dip. Leroy asked Uncle
Benji what's the shit? Rob your dope spot, gave all the ones the flip. I was on
Broadway getting me a Ritz.
All my jewels are broad day, nigga I'm the-- Top hill, five K per pop wheel. Nigga took all of his jewels off, got shot still.
Green dot your noggin, get your top peeled.
The Moschino mock seal for shots you shot killed. Remember wholesale, remember three days straight on Mo's hill.
Niggas on center handing eighths through the doorbell.
Chucks in Minnesota every month getting phone bills. Shoot your whole fucking block up, nigga all will.
Your bitch got my crosses on her hand, on her toenails.
I ain't even fuck the bitch yet, she my hoe still. Count about nine hundred, I was 'bout four mil.
Fuck the smash shit, I got the plug on the pole still.
Still going state to state, dope in the door still. Meet me on exit eight, parked by the roadkill. Niggas wear
Shiesty mask, gloves with the poles still.
Make a wish at two twenty-two, that's my oath still. Might get a young country bitch like Gloryll. For real.
For real, nigga.