Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready Made, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler Wears Hermes 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Ready Made |
Ayo |
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
boom |
Grr, grr |
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
Ayo, flyest nigga since Apollo Kids, praying over Pateks |
Grab the coke pots, you know what time it is (Ah) |
The pink jacket is on, what’s happening, it’s me, lord |
Loading teller racks, two MACs, I paid a G for 'em (Grr, grr) |
You score once, we score three times each rhyme |
FNH in the Just Don Levis, he fly (Ah) |
Face hit the Fendi knee high, don’t even reply |
Ready made duffles on the G5 |
Ready made frog mask, don’t get hogtied |
Flygod, the flyest nigga of all time |
Live for home invasions, catch you naked where the safe at |
ASAP, .40 in your mouth, make you taste that, straight jack (Ah) |
Bricks on top of bricks, that’s mine |
If he drop 'em and them shits come back, I’m fine |
Ahead of my time, push the Bimmer A to the 9 (Skr) |
Yo, Allahu Akhbar, you niggas still eating swine |
Niggas scared of my prime, the dominant, you the opposite |
You should see the wrist when I be locking it (Whip) |
Jack some moccasins, kick the fucking door down up at Maxfield’s (Boom boom |
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
Dope shot the nigga wearing his hat still |
So sang the blues like Bessie |
Poetry composed like Dizzy Gillespie |
Midnight with Sabio on my lips |
Midnight romance sprayed against my tits |
The conversation got a little dick |
I’m sizing up every exit |
We had work coming up from Texas |
Smoking Gorilla Glue with a razor in my jaw |
His timing was slightly off |
And before he could react |
It was blown by a sawed off |
Been through the worst of it |
Crawled through the dirt for it |
City full of murderers |
Say prayers in church for us |
Grimier than Michael Myers |
Murk you with a pair of rusty pliers |