Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 716 Mile, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
716 Mile |
| Brr |
| Ayo, brr |
| Brr |
| Brr, brr, brr |
| Ayo, everything we shootin' got scratched numbers (Boom boom boom boom boom |
| boom) |
| I bet I hit something, Hacksaw Jim Duggan (Ah) |
| Got a ring on every finger like I’m brick pumpin' (Ah) |
| Out the pot, yay wet like Trae Young jumper |
| If they pull us over, don’t say nothing (Don't fuckin' say nothing) |
| My chopper gotta owe you on the play button (On the fuckin' button) |
| Just dumped the bag, it didn’t weigh nothing (Ah) |
| Bricks white on white with coke in the Kate Hudson (Woo) |
| Pump to your kids, what’s the safe numbers? |
| (Fuck is the safe numbers?) |
| I’m Picasso with the paintbrushes (Ah) |
| Twenty-three in drop McLaren, honey mustard (Skrrt) |
| I came, Dame Dolla at the buzzer (Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew) |
| My youngin rag redder than a blood bath of roses (Woo) |
| Allergic to blue steel, got a gun rash from totin' (Pew pew pew pew) |
| Silent but deadly since he last reloaded (What else?) |
| That stick’ll part the Red Sea like the staff of Moses (Where we at with it?) |
| I cleared 'em all out if they heard that window break and shatter (Brr) |
| Extendo clips’ll have you fallin' down Jacob’s Ladder (Doot doot doot doot) |
| Leave your mama teary eyed, instill the fear of God (Let's get it) |
| Just the thought of me takin' his life make her even madder (Haha) |
| Bob and weavin', boxin' demons, leavin' Exodus (It's on) |
| Built for this shit just like my wrist because I’m pressure fit (Get 'em gone, |
| Jones) |
| Hook up a split, put on my mix just how my nephew wanted (Mafia) |
| That ain’t my brick if it ain’t hit, I put some extras on it (Haha) |
| Hold your funeral on your block, I put them steppers on it (What else?) |
| Roman numerals in my watch, leather Corinthian (What else?) |
| 'Fore I went in, was servin' white boys in the suburbs (Blocks) |
| While I was down, I opened up the Book of Proverbs (Uh-huh) |
| D.A. |
| diggin' up old dirt to make them bodies stick (You know it) |
| That’s when I learned that cleanliness was next to Godliness (Blockworks) |
| Long live Titus, we used to call him Uncle Fester (Blood) |
| Remember cryin' first time I served my Auntie Esther (Titi) |
| Twenty-five pints on the dresser next to the compressor (Press up) |
| It ain’t no pressure, niggas know me and my gang purgin' (Gang time) |
| Grammy nominated, me and him ain’t the same person (At all) |
| On a stack of Bibles, and it’s the King James version (Let's get it) |
| Church |
| Ain’t that the word on the street |
| FLYGOD |
| That’s the best shit |
| Griselda by Fashion Rebels |