Lyrics TV BOY - Westside Gunn

TV BOY

Ayo
Brr
Brr…
Ayo, we whip-whop dishes, four-fifth in the Enfantes Riches
Fifty-K for the Dolce and Gabana, refrigerator in the kitchen
Hand me the ice, Lord, sellin' dope a part of my religion
Back to back Maybach trucks (Skrrt), two-tone
Wet his baby mama house up (Brr, brr), I don’t give a fuck who home (Doot, doot,
doot…)
Knock your brains out the park like Pujols, the new GOAT (Boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom)
Y’all ain’t fuckin' with me, that’s what I do know (That's what I do know)
I was dumpin' the work, my crack sumo (Ah)
I had to stash the culo, Givenchys with the dark
My sweaters look like Cujo (Ah), y’all niggas been fu
Hopped out the CLS, mix the Dsquared2 with the Ruger
Hand to hand to to Maxine’s, she skipped up the block (Ah)
Went to Jeanine’s, now they pipes steamin' (Now the pipes steamin')
Immaculate spoon (Ah), a monkey in the room
His legs wouldn’t move, now that nigga leanin' (Now that nigga leanin')
Ayo, the magnificent, the judge gave Sly infinite
Sittin' in a cell, my dry wells spilled Benjamins
Cherry GL (Skrrt), we wore Chanel to our sentencin'
Always prevail, your pace snail, who you dealin' with?
(Ah)
Moncler jeans, beware, it’s the MAC squeezer (Brr, brr)
If all else fail, I kept Pyrex and scales (Ah)
Last place was hell, I’m talkin' 23 and 1
Thirty minutes straight, we stared at the sun
I miss my old celly, I wish that nigga’d come home
Been locked since the '80s, never had a cell phone
Used to dip out of bed and meet a bitch in Shoshone
Free that nigga J Batters, free my nigga Low Pro
Ever since I got rich, it’s niggas hatin' on GOAT
Park the Cullinan on Bailey, got the ice on the road
When God made FLYGOD, he ain’t make 'em no more
And then the sun shined (And then the sun shined)
Ayo, hand to hand to Maxine’s, she skipped up the block (Ah)
Went to Jeanine’s (Ah), now they pipes steamin' (Now the pipes steamin')
Immaculate spoon, a monkey in the room
His legs wouldn’t move, now that nigga leanin' (Now that nigga leanin')