Westside Gunn - Red Tops lyrics

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Westside Gunn - Red Tops lyrics

[Intro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Conway] Now look, you're nobody 'til you catch a body My little head busta on his second body FNH with the f**in' drama I told him don't leave 'til you hit everybody For a minute I was strugglin' n***as wasn't real as I thought, f** 'em then Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' Where your set n***a? I can bring a duffle in Took a few losses, I accepted it Made a few nobodies relevant n***as runnin' their mouth and f**in' tellin' sh** Better use your head before you get a shell in it b**hes tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord I said that's the way I feel about the sh** I record Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you I bet you you fall Smith & Wesson 500 will break the bricks in the wall Hall and Nash, West and Khan, n***a, we upper echelon Rap's Dez Bryant and Megatron Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my canvas Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana Homie this ain't what you want, that sh** you talkin' only gonna get you in the trunk Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month Hall and Nash, yeah, shout out my n***a Monk [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Aye yo The great adventure of Fresh Wes Can't forget the tech when I dress, the Flygod in the flesh Yeah I only praise one n***a, that's Chine Gun Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run Baggin' up two packs in the Bellagio Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor I don't want to sell c**aine no more But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux Brianni down in the Benz truck Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up ConAir at Oklahoma, 'bout 50 n***as shackled Trading honey bars for a mackerel What you know about burgers on a Wednesday? Shotgun shells where your kids play Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high Street sweeper, swiss cheese the n***a 14881055, it's me live [Interlude] I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing, and I don't know how to dance, and I don't know how to preach to no congregation, I'm too small to be a football hero, and I'm too ugly to be elected mayor. When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin' and all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition. Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got

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