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Lyricist: Westside Gunn
Lyrics:
[Intro: Westside Gunn] Grr Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
[Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, kill or be killed, 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 niggas, I hit the lotto Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S With the tight [?], ain't nobody fuck with West I used to dump all my crack, plus I had the best Dope money, I got obsessed, you can't connect Make a million off the front steps, you know the rest For my niggas 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 jewels, up in V-Live flexin' Crossin' all my Ts, I had to go to court 24 a key, make a nigga snort Get your shit 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 fuck who you are
[Chorus: Westside Gunn] Kill or be killed, 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 niggas, I hit the lotto Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto
[Verse 2: Benny] Yo, look, uh Saran rap the money, she fuck me 'cause I'm famous Her brother work for us, her pops told her I was dangerous Fuck my bitch in the hills, nigga, 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 nigga Dowy G, 'cause all he got is gun cases Word is in Clinton, he shot six niggas with one razor Yeah, y'all got y'all jewels 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, shit By the time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand I'm a real nigga, I been Gucci, got dressed, I'm in Gucci Crazy shit 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 niggas been groupies, let's go
[Chorus: Westside Gunn] Kill or be killed, 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 niggas, I hit the lotto Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto LyricsFreak
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