Westside Gunn - Gustavo lyrics

[Intro] Griselda, Griselda By Fashion [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, word to the tiger on my Kenzo Extendo gats hanging out the Benzo (DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO) Christian Dior jumpsuit proper though The b**h stepped on my Fillings I should've shot the hoe So much money came I got scared You ain't talking code no more sh** got weird My homie laughed when he got six hundred months He ain't care, he ran the yard from a bottom bunk Wang draped over the pump, what's for lunch? Mikimotos & Sotto Sotto Twenty three you want Lord's Ford loafers hanging off the boat Imagine them fiend faces when they got soap You could talk fly if you want but I'm the GOAT Season One Yeezy on the ropes And one fully loaded I'm 'bout to rain on him (BRRRRRRRRRRR) Needles still hanging out the veins on him [Hook: Westside Gunn] Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) [x8] [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, bought moms a new stove Lord I k**ed that sh** Turned one to three Lord I k**ed that flip Spinning new revolvers Prada trunks Malibu waters Pal tried to break Jerry King Lawler Pulled up on the curb no top on it (SKRRRRRR) I don't care block you reppin' you getting shot on it I'm a man of my word Hit her from up the block (BRRR) I was lucky as sh** (BRRRRRRR) Bust the duct tape, sh** musty as sh** n***as running from plain clothes Talking slang when we slain those Go back where you came from Too many four-fifth shots should lift him (BOOM BOOM BOOM) I thank God I'm still living I'm 'bout to be rich forever Ten chains on my May sweater [Hook: Westside Gunn] Every day make money pray (Gustavo) [x10] [Verse 3: Keisha Plum] If Rakim and Nicki Giovanni did the nasty They would've had me Product of poetic genius DNA Seven one six in my DNA Every day make money and pray Holy Father, he said pay attention Uncle Stevie got his throat slit ear to ear Word to life n***a's still breathing though Spiritual atonement, dreaming of angels But living with demons In one 911 made OTC, in the jungles of the Philippines You can never clean away the odor of sin His gut filled with gin Her skinned dipped in Gucci bamboo [?] boots and [?] socks For thunder and rain, tears shed in Medellin [Hook 2: Keisha Plum] Gustavo Gustavo [x2] Cocaine dreams empire [x3] Gustavo Gustavo [x2] Every day make money and pray [x2] Yeah Uh