Westside Gunn - Trash Bag lyrics

f** Grr Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Ayo Ayo, the Glock in the Canada Goose One shot, knocked the f** n***a head loose (boom) We the truth Teaching down every weekend rules Your neighbourhood drug lords, Patrick Moss Meech with the 7 why I clapped the 4s Started with a 8-ball, then graduated Shootouts, a thousand shots, no exaggeration I should've put a trash bag over the stick I should've put the trash bag over the stick Ayo, whip the coke like a maniac (whip) Fieg, Mr. Max on the Yankee hat Supreme [?], shoutout to CNN (salute) Seein' is believin', you was sleepin' in I was becomin' the legend by the second I'm like Jesus, don't ever second guess me (f** 'em) He tryna front like the trunk ain't in the front (skr) In Morton's, eatin' filets all month I'm gorgeous, why my waves on spun Your pockets like a raisin in the sun Mine's like Creflo in his prime I'm like Gretzky with two 9s Boom boom boom boom boom I should've put a trash bag over the stick (grr) I should've put the trash bag over the stick Boom boom boom boom I'm tired of it You know, what if I took this gun, right? And blow your motherf**in' brains out Then you'd bleed, just like me, you lil snake I don't care about my life anymore, do you understand? I don't give a sh**, I don't care