Kool G

Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Brrt, brrt, brrt Brrt, ayo (Griselda) Ayo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] You know I live this shit, built this shit brick by brick with it (Ah) Niggas flawless, regardless, baggin' up and crackin' tenements Surely a gangsta, don't test that, my shooters itchin' (Brrt, brrt) Pistols with extendos essential by projects that we pitched at We on the corners with Louis on us, we pulled up on him in foreigns (Skrrt) Four in the morning, show them niggas how we click-clack (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Cherry Maybach, look how I sit back, I had the TEC and MAC This shit is mismatched (Brrt) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher] Bust the four pound and that shit kick back (Boom, boom, boom) But, you feel the impact, bucket KITH hat, VS where my wrist at (Huh?) Fendi stockings over the face, now where your bricks at? (Where it's at, pussy?) Bugatti truck, I need to get that, La Máquina get the big sack (Haha) Quarter block on the table, told that bitch to sniff that (Sniff) Sent her to Texas, made her bring my shit back, gave her six stacks For any mishaps (Ah), from New York to Dallas like Kristaps (Ha) Got a bag and flipped that (Ah), green beam sit on a big MAC (Brrt) We the hardest niggas out, bitch, don't forget that (Uh, boom, boom, boom) [Verse 3: Benny the Butcher] Just off of impact, it feel like Rick back I tote a big strap, I go and get it and gotta limp back Hawaiian bitch that will fuck the team and fly a brick back Designer mix-match, I only get inspired in traps All we wear is fly sporting gear I buy in Fifth Saks This .40 air pass your Cartiers and leave your lens cracked I went up, came home in six months, and I got sent back I walked the yard with my skully on like a pimp hat Y'all talk hard, but, be the first one hiding soon as it spark off This four pound blow through your shit and flip a parked car I bought raw, gave niggas lessons without a chalkboard Then bought more, hopped in my whip and plugged in the aux cord Ah, nigga, just wait for Tana Talk 4, uh