Westside Gunn Freestyle Lyrics

That big damn Gucci display, my biggest trumps screamin' murder
Spiegel cover posters with the burn, I guess farmers stand on a block, biggest Trump you ever seen on us
Politic and million dollar lickstickers, Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, Lord, Ben's waggin' niggas
Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers, rockin' dinner plates, Gucci links on them, Fendi Moccasins from 88s
Pushin' Lexus GS, yo, Jesus, peace, love, a law issue, Coke stores, a Porsche I score for
Glamorous out-of-state matches that we lambish, Chanel sofa, a hundred grand Ryker carrier, sir
My empire, designer flyer, tired mire, Macy racking facts for my line-up, pushin' the Aston Martin
Rockin' some guest scammers, playin' chess, the best of cream, champagne spiller, illest unseamed, swing like Nasim
Marvelous skin, the sharpest of the torture, our body, you're honest with llamas, Elijah, analyzer
Al-Qaeda, the siding, if my knife busts, Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparkin'
Reload my conscious, fake niggas get targeted, rockin' generic, Jesus, peace, charge, runnin' with carrots
Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport, cut out what harness, got what no teeth said
Pullin' coke, makin' my nose bleed, my cold D's, my A-likes, send a kite over night
I'm rollin' dice, hold a fisherman's knife in case they wanna take my life
I rock with flavor, nights uptowns with cherry straps and Carrie Gatsburg, very slacks, that's in my cracks
I'm unstoppable, gonna pop you, layin' on a cot, readin' Qurans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone, yo
Sly Union and I rule this block music, hang out with drug dealers and Glock users
Lord, the flyest whole night stuck, hoppin' out of Ben's trucks with Big Jury on the clay board Sax, Fifth Avenue, Minx on suck, it's time to get this paper, got my money at the street labor
I'm so dope for Connecticut, f*ck the white bitch, rockin' some sketchy kicks
Pushin' a Lexus 6, takin' the heat to the Mars, pray to Allah
Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit
f*cked up my clock, spittin' these thoughts, style is the illest
Rhymes is vicious, you not f*ckin' with this shit
SK's a murrier, Glock's you and your bitch lit
Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son
Fly nigga rockin', fatigued, distributed crack, I spillin' shit at
Militaries issued to get, I f*ck with Bravo and Dillon just shat
Box cutter and machine, go black, treated it tame, he's baggy
Mosie, then rockin' a dochi linen, Dutchies to roll my spinach
All of my gems are squizzin', keepin' a load of biscuit
Bright in the wagon for the mistress, Kuji dressin' Asia, my princess
Gully is hinchin' big Jews, triple X, no face, we laced, this playin' great
Goin' out of state, coppin' the sticks, this is a life of a drug dealer
Hundred grand figures, fake niggas when you hit your lip in the villa
You know your man sauce in the black tour, set my can doors
f*ck up with fam, now they payin' for it, tip willin' fields
Holdin' Dillon just willin' to kill, fake Major League niggas ain't real
I rockin' uptowns, keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound
Sippin' Henny rounds, I put my semi down, Chanel flavor, mocks rockin' gazelles
Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell when that's word
And that's you, nigga, it's f*ckin' Westside Gunn, FNIC
You already know Street Entertainment
PSEC you too, man, I ain't forget about your family