Letra de Danhausen - Westside Gunn

Do I look like I want some damn flowers?

Conductor

Flygod

Ayo, the Pradas with the piranha bites

She know the price, poltergeist

Fold the TEC up nice, fiends sayin' my work outta sight

Louis all nights, sent sly a kite

Said, "You'll be home soon", shawarma over rice

Benz white as the devil (Skrrt), seats the blood of Christ

He was just tryna feed his family and got life (Ah)

It's the almighty, can't nobody fuck wit' me, I'm nice (Can't nobody fuck with me)

Shoot your block up and take a private flight, rocking Nikes (Grrra, brrra, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

A hundred round drum should suffice (Grrra)

My Cartiers got wood and ice (Wood and ice, ah)

Ayo, red leather gloves with the salt and pepper mink draggin'

Sold dope for fifteen years in a week practice (Ah)

Imagine me listening to a nigga in cheap fabric (Conductor)

Your arms too short, where your reach stop, I reach past it

I'm massive (Ah), 80K for the watch, the band plastic

Dope house doing numbers, fantastic (Skrrt)

Speedin' in the Aston (Skrrt)

Allahu akbar, I almost crashed in the masjid (Ah)

Inshallah, I wake up to a bad bitch (Ah)

Just done four months straight, that's a hat trick (That's a hat trick)

Ayo, shoot one nigga or twenty, it's the same (It's the same)

Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (Skrrt)

Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick

Told him, "Bring me back thirty," he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing)

Ayo, I'm out in Turks and Caicos, cherry red Dracos (Ah)

Had to stuff the work down the sink, grab the Drano

Ten bricks, take one step, chess, he lookin' prego

I'm insane, yo, shootouts all day though (Brra-brra-brra)

In the same boat, brains flow if you giving out halos

Bench press wearing the same clothes (Ah)

Look how his vein shows, we copy and paste those

You sniffin' dope and coke with the same nose (Sniff)

Ayo, your favorite rapper trash (Ah)

Redeye on the Hellcat, doing the dash (Skrrt)

Put money on your head, I ain't even hit the stash (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

If I can't have it, you going tonight, Hall N' Nash (Boom-boom-boom-boom)

Heard your man ratting, nigga, how he get a pass? (How he get a pass?)

Heard you ain't put no work in, how you get a rack? (How you get a rack?)

Shit off the runway, it don't even got a tag (Ah)

Purple with the scorpions hanging off my ass

One blast had him sweating bad in his glass (Ah)

Shoot this shit up with no mask, we rockin' brass (Brra, ah)

Laughin' like "Yeah, I did it, you felt the wrath" (Ah)

Plus your work ain't come back, you looking sad (Ooh)

Yo, shoot one nigga or twenty, it's the same (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (Skrrt, what a shame)

Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick

Told him, "Bring me back thirty," he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing)

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