Soft Top

Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Grrrt, grrrt Ayo Oh, back to Flygod Mir [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks] Ayo, track on the plate (Agh) Jay's bangin' all night, all day Twelve, twelve, eights, [?] trench in the pissy hallway Green beam on the mac, broad day (Brr, brr, brr) (Brr) Ayo, I was on the corner with that clean in my sock Caught 'em comin' from the showers, beat 'em with a mop Frank gotta know where, hit 'em with a lot (Agh) Everybody locked down, blood wouldn't stop (Uh-uh) Lamborghini, soft top, bitches think I'm hot (Skrrt) Sunbathing, Miu Miu shades on the yacht (Mmm) Plug tried to throw some base on me, had to swap (Mmm) S.E. Gang, free Kutter, free Hop (Free Sly) Suite cost 5K a night, I barely sleep in it (Uh-uh) Two chandeliers in the kitchen, barely eat in it (Uh-uh) But I cooked a bird the other day, I had to remix it (Remix, ah) [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn] Got my first brick, went to sleep with it, I was so excited Had a dream, all my opps was broke, all the coke cookin', it was no inditements Shooter said, "When I find 'em, I'm going billboard, I'm going diamond" Show you how to repress a brick, duct tape it down the middle, cross it over like— Fuck it, the coke disappear, and the water stay patient, it's gon' come alive again Water whip world champion, I win the Powder Olympics I went O.J. Mayo with the yayo, bitch, I took the Bucks out to Memphis Tell 'em Stove said, "Fuck all the previous business, the scorpions all on the dishes" Every bird I cook Michelin, like I swear God, they dissin' you I'm like, "Ain't nobody listening", tell 'em, "Hail Mary, go the distance" Ah, we in Louis, we in Paris, thinkin' "What would Virgil do?" Word to who? When Butch' dropped Burden of Proof, I had twenty birds in the coop My young boy do a drive-by by himself, he would just swerve and then shoot (Skrt, grrrt) Hah, don't die over music [Outro] Griselda by Fashion Rebels