Letra de I Know Verdy - Westside Gunn & DJ Drama

(Feat. DJ Drama)

Gangsta

Statik Selektah

Gangsta

Gangsta

Gangsta

Ayo, gauge got me limpin'

Two different colored Diamondère set trippin'

Ten-car garage, had to back every whip it

Said his eight-ball was three-point-three and I chipped him

Bullets started whistlin' (Brr), one shell chipped him (Brr)

Rick Owens your door in with a chicken (Ah)

Rotisserie, you can't get with me

Lyrically, spiritually, Valentino Campbell on my infantry

Sun glazin' out of Sicily, why you pissin' me? (Ah)

Potato on the barrel might take you out your misery

Westside Chicago, eatin' Harold's, me and Kimberly

San Jose sharks, jersey on, match the Tiffany's (Ah)

Road-runnin', did the speed limit all through Tennessee (Ah)

Yeah, I'm like that (Yeah, I'm like that)

Worth ten mill' euro, yeah, I'm like that (Yeah, I'm like that)

But Allah come first, so I'm like that (So I'm like that)

And if you strike, then I strike back, right back (Ah)

This for my niggas in that max, that's never comin' back

This for my whole city, I put us on the map (Ah)

Never show no pity, never friend a rat

'ChineGun on my titty

Griselda

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