Letra de JD Wrist - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics, Stove God Cooks)

Ayo, four door Ferrari, niggas know my body

Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari

Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi

Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi'

Trap-A-Holics, what's happening?

The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin, snap that motherfucker back, squad

Trap-A-Holics, bitch

They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing)

Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping)

Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage)

Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)

Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo)

Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

Ayo, four door Ferrari (Skrrt), niggas know my body (Know my body)

Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari (Pop Smoke and Bari)

Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi (Mmm)

Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, real trap shit)

Down East Lafayette, breeze on the set

Frank Clegg duffels, mention me again, I'm on your neck (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Eating beef ball, well wagyu in the 'jects

Spilt my caviar, Prada linen look a mess

I'm at Bulgari Hotel, 3K a night

I think about Sly, how he on the cot for four lives

I think about USP Atlanta, holding with the mice

I think about FCI Coleman, noodles with the rice

I'm a Eastside nigga, Children's Hospital baby

Peace to the park down the way, up to Bailey

ECMC broad day, you try to play me

I leave out the spot, all the bitches wanna take me (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this

Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this

Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this

Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this?

Puff Daddy with the remix, JD wrist remix

Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (But you ain't know?)

I was hyped up off that cocaine money then the food came

Bagger spent nine hours skimping bundles in his Flu Games

When you spend your last and it don't cook, now that's some true pain

Young boy popped three Percs, he said that give him good aim

I feel like Shakur skippin' out in that Armani suit (I do)

Chopped it up with Wallo in a van outside Armani shoot

"Nigga, you did twenty, now you got the juice"

He said, "When they leave you open, Stove, you gotta shoot"

Water whippin', got the mix up (Woo), money came and they switched up

Fans came and they switched up, everything they shooting switched up

Bitch, I'm what it look like when the coke work (When the coke work)

When the rap work, when the dope work

Blood red Supreme North Face faux fur

Rolls Royce with the chauffeur

Got eleven bricks in both doors

They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing)

Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping)

Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage)

Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Who?)

Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo)

Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding

Choppers in the trunk, keep a hundred thou' in the safe

Treat a nigga like a chump, get the fuck up out of my face

Blow it like an immediate feature, only gettin' laced

Get him up out of my space, disappear without a trace

With my peers, I was pumping bass, many years I was up late

Feeling lethal, brought 'em in and we take them shits out of state

Niggas talking 'bout some beef, so we killed it without a case

I can feel the hate, they obviously talkin' out of place

Wrap up them six O's

Y'all niggas ain't never had no bread and it shows

Only thing I'm worried 'bout is my dough

Diamond carat on the ring and it glows

Sin City, niggas sniff blow

Big cash, we smoking hydro

Running laps, floating on the five-o

5 series Bimmer with my eyes closed

JD shooter from Chicago

Take niggas on a long trip

Throw 'em in the lake, take a dip

Bake a cake, niggas know I'ma make it fit

Baggin' up right in front of a naked bitch

In the streets, getting money and takin' risks

Shit, I'll be damned if I ever chase a bitch

I might just fuck on your bitch and pay for her tits

Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets

Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit

Gun a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets

I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses

Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets

Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit

Gun a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets

I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses

They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing)

Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping)

Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage)

Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Who?)

Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo)

Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding

Trap-A-Holics

You's a window shopper

You mad at me, I think you know why

Ayo, it's Westside Pootie and I'm in Paris right now

Just landed from Cairo and before that, Milan

And before that, Rome and before that, Santorini

And before that, Athens and before that, Copenhagen

And before, I was at Paris Fashion Week

And this whole time, the haters doing what? Exactly

And if y'all don't get it, just say that

If y'all broke, just say that

But don't deny greatness, that's just pathetic

Now let me go, I have a picnic set at the Eiffel

You's a window shopper

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