Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John Bena, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Fourth Rope, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
John Bena |
Pop trunks, get the top bunk, you only die once, the coward lives |
I’ll die with a thousand grams while letting the powder fizz |
That’s how it is, let Mr. Shade vouch |
Yo, fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out |
Beef is when all of them pass, easy like a walk in the grass |
They keep telling me money talks, go and talk to your cash |
Got all of that stabbed, same farce as my dad |
Rest easy, pa, I’ma be parked in my bag |
It gets greasy, right, a hard day make it an easy night (Yo) |
Gotta visit the homie before he reunites, right (Si) |
I ain’t seen him in a double |
It’s still the same place since we was in the huddle, nigga |
Ayo, rocking Billy, smoking billy, peace to all my billies |
All these berries, got the biggest vein up in my bity (Boom boom boom boom boom |
boom boom) |
Kill your Ballys, Balenciagas got me looking pigs feet |
30 on me, fresh manicure, trigger finger itchy (Boom boom boom boom boom boom |
boom boom) |
Thousand dollar plates, you niggas never ate (Ah) |
I drink a different kind of grape |
I blast, nigga, MAC-11 on my bitch too (Grr) |
Blientele blassic, Uber mounted on a big spoon (Ah) |
Nina Chanels in my living room, Sean Price, MF DOOM |
Niggas on the borner, everybody wooping |
Heard somebody shooting, AK-47 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
doot doot doot doot doot doot) |
Blow his brains out, way we booling (We booling) |