Letra de Red Death - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine, Robby Takac)

And now we've come to that time

Where the legend of Griselda lives forever

The Butcher comin' nigga

Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)

Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag

We the biggest (Biggest)

Yeah

I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble

I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles

I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready

Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch? I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)

This where I take control of shit

This where I get to rap about sticks and how we wrap bricks with petroleum

Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)

My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in

West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)

Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works

They said I'd never switch it up, but I'm like three flows in on this verse

So what that tell you? That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')

And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season

And the Butcher comin', motherfucker

Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)

I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)

But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)

I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)

I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)

I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga

I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)

Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)

Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)

You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)

You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that

That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)

Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox

It's the Butcher, nigga

When y'all tell the tale

Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it

A team that was one of one

That shifted everything

The culture was never the same after they got here

Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it

We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces

Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)

One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches

Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'

We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas

Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it

Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen

Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens

McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16

Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)

Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)

The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)

It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)

Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)

Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)

VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show

I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)

The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)

If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)

Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp

Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)

I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)

Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)

They askin' "Who the best?" I'm like "It may be us" (Brr, bah)

Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)

It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)

All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit

I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)

Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles

All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled

Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8

He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace

They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space

Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace

You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e

You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape

We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race

Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place

Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base

Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face

Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake

Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate

Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons

He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)

All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it

On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do

Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule

(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)

All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon

All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—

Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash

Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys

Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)

Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul

Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)

He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)

Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof

'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)

Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom

Let me starve, so I made bitches food

Made a lane and I made bitches move

Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)

Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)

These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod

Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)

Cop keys of that cake, Ma

Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)

Big moves when the bricks move

Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown

Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)

Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who

Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny

Woah, what's happenin'?

Yeah, okay

I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight

Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates

Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base

All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates

I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes

And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates

I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate

Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate

Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high

Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside

They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride

I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time

4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line

2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides

Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side

In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (Uh)

MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)

They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress

They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)

We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next

We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets

I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test

I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth (Talk to 'em)

Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead

My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)

I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)

I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped

Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)

Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy

Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)

Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)

All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)

I bend your bitch, then tell her "You can go, I'll send your Lyft" (Goodbye)

Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)

Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)

Hiders called me from the Feds and said

"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift"

Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)

Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

(Gangsta Gri-zillz)

When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em

We done lived it all

We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War

We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix

We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games

See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious

Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination

It's been a pleasure

Hitler Wears Hermès 10

DJ Drama

And like that, we gone

B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom

Gunn, holla at me

Legendary, timeless

Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly

(Gangsta Gri-zillz)

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