[Intro: Westside Gunn]
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[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, k** or be k**ed, you know the motto
Jean Paul, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a hommo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S
With the tight [?], ain't nobody f** with West
I used to dump all my crack, plus I had the best
Dope money, I was obsessed, you can't connect
Make a million off the front steps, you know the rest
For my n***as didn't tell when the feds swept
Took the top off the Corvette and Jesus wept
You ain't never seen these Fear of God sweats, don't hold your breath
Uh, fiends say I got the best ever
He lit a [?] in front of [?], had the G-Wag revvin'
Pyrexes beyond measures
I seen my celly drop tears on that late night, stressin'
Push the key, line 7
In all my j**els, up in V-Live flexin'
Crossin' all my Ts, I had to go to court
24 a key, make a n***a snort
Get your sh** shot off for a short
Get you stabbed goin' to yard for a pack of Newports
Like Too $hort, face draped, Louis scarf
I don't give a f** who you are
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
k** or be k**ed, you know the motto
Jean Paul, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a hommo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto
[Verse 2: Benny]
Yo, look, uh
Saran rap the money, she f** me 'cause I'm famous
Her brother work for us, her pops told her I was dangerous
f** my b**h in the hills, n***a, and I ain't talkin' fashion
I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion and a crib in Calabasas
Whippin' work 'til it melt, got me the shirt with the belt
They respect it when the bosses put the work in theyself, look
I'm from a different era, I ain't used to all this pump fakin'
They gon' front page us if they catch us in this bus station
Free my n***a Dowy G, 'cause all he got is gun cases
Word is in Clinton, he shot six n***as with one razor
Yeah, y'all got y'all j**els on, but you be scared to come places
I be in the slums, starin' back, like, "Come take it"
My plug got knocked and all I had left was one payment
But he kept it G, 'cause I ain't seen my name in one statement
Came to runnin' grams, I was number one in fam, sh**
By the time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand
I'm a real n***a, I been Gucci, got dressed, I'm in Gucci
Crazy sh** is everyday, we lit, like YFN Lucci
Every rap, you got about 20 MACs and 10 Uzis
Then why you ain't been shoot me? Man, you n***as been groupies
Let's go
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
k** or be k**ed, you know the motto
Jean Paul, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a hommo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto
Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto