Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brutus, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brutus |
| Ay, look |
| They understand I paint these pictures 'cause I’m living like it |
| When I spit, it makes you feel like you got hit with lightning (Uh huh) |
| I showed up with the whole shipment when my script was biting |
| Before 20, they put my name in a big indictment |
| My plug indecisive, same work, different prices, yeah |
| Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers |
| And I got two possession charges for a pistol license |
| Weed trappers running out they building when I get to Dyckman |
| We blew whip money copping blue ice (Ice) |
| And spent brick money booking Jet Blue flights (Flights) |
| New white Christian Loubs with the blue spikes (Uh huh) |
| Maserati Levante with the blue lights, yeah (Blue lights) |
| Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing (On my wheel bearing) |
| My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing (Yeah) |
| The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it |
| I love my mom, but that hard was my real parent (Woo!) |
| Let’s go, who run the city the most? |
| (That's us) |
| I let this 50 off, then fill this bitch up with smoke (Brrrr!) |
| I ran my chips up so I can just pick up your ho |
| I get my dick sucked and then I convince her to go |
| Uh, it’s me, fully loaded ratchet, I’m a pistol squeezer |
| I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino |
| With my bitch, jumping out of traffic in a little Beamer |
| Got the opps' names tatted on my trigger finger, AH! |
| Ayo, bricks in the Louis V duffle, masterpiece collection (Ayo, ayo) |
| Yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction (Ayo, ayo) |
| The niggas that you idolize, I’m least impressed with (Ayo, ayo) |
| I got your bitch on the bus looking like she pregnant |
| Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops, rose drop (Skr) |
| 13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top (Boom boom boom boom boom) |
| My shooter come over, sniff out the whole block (The whole block) |
| Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot (The whole shot) |
| Had to spend 60 in the SHU, 23 in 1, 500 burps all I knew |
| First day, anyway, I go «Nigga, who is who?» |
| Get my gun ready, filled up my locker and I’m bool (Ah) |
| Turkey logs and my fried rice |
| Skip my spot at the microwave, you gon' die tonight (Ah) |
| 055, nigga (055, nigga) |
| Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga (Free Sly, nigga) |
| It’s the Machine, they act like they forgot (Hah) |
| I’m 'bout to hit 'em with that fatal shot, I leave him laying in a vacant lot |
| Try to take my chain, you just gon' take a shot (That's all you gon' get, nigga) |
| I take a block and whip the shit, I scrape the pot (With what?) |
| More shooters on my team than what the Lakers got (Hah) |
| Cee-lo gains, bank was stopped, I throw trips, take the pot (Hahahaha) |
| Ha, I’m on top, you ain’t gon' take my spot (Never) |
| I bet all of this paper in this Maison box (You know them Margiela sticks) |
| You better have something to fire with you |
| I fire missiles, leave you bleeding like a lion bit you (Uh huh) |
| Fuck you and them niggas riding with you (Fuck all y’all niggas) |
| I’m here to terrorize the game, .45 on me, I’m Spider Mitchell (Hah hah) |
| I don’t tuck my necklace, I’ma leave it out (I'm rocking my shit) |
| You say you better than me but you broke, that shit don’t even out (You still |
| broke though) |
| My young boys eating like they never seen a drought |
| In my trap, everybody weighing like it’s Keenan house (Hahaha) |
| They say my shit is album of the year and it ain’t even out |
| And yet I’m still the one you seem to doubt, uh (Talk to 'em) |
| Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (Vroom) |
| Riding through Calabasas, took the scenic route (Uh huh) |
| Bag on the back seat in case I need a house (Might want to buy a house) |
| With a bitch that keep tryna pull my penis out (Gotta chill, baby) |
| I live a hell of a life, I’m impaling a knife |
| Inside a competitor just to sever and slice (Woo!) |
| I’m Stephen from the stripe, I’m better than nice |
| I want your necklace or your life and I ain’t telling you twice (Run that shit) |
| Look, I came a long way from measuring white |
| I got right, flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice |
| My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake, he took a quarter |
| Asked him why he copped out, he said that’s better than life |
| I feel you, nigga, Machine |
| You know what’s up, nigga, haha |
| Gone |