Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survivor Series 95, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Survivor Series 95 |
| Ayo |
| Ayo |
| After hour VLONE, you ain’t on the shit I be on (You ain’t on the shit I be on, |
| uh-uh) |
| Hundred round drum shoot that block up that you be on (Boom, boom, boom, boom, |
| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| You was playin' games, I was in that kitchen, kilos (Ah, whippin' kilos) |
| I could get you killed, that’s gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though (Boom, boom, |
| boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs) |
| Where you from? |
| I be on the East Side of that B-lo (East side of that B-lo) |
| Black and pink doors, neck lit up like it’s Reno (Neck lit up like it’s Reno, |
| ah) |
| Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino (Dan Marino, ah) |
| Free the guys, shit hurt my soul, they got the RICO (They got the RICO, ah) |
| Margiela (Margiela), bricks cheap, I can mellow (I can mellow) |
| Too many snitched on me, DA acapella (Ah, acapella) |
| Griselda Records, we the new Roc-A-Fella (We the new Roc-A-Fella, ah) |
| Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, |
| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, like the chopper better) |
| Prada (Prada), have your baby mama line you (Ah) |
| Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin' shot up (Boom, boom, boom, |
| you gettin' shot up) |
| Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred, pourin' Wock' up (Skrrt, Wock' up) |
| Out the '63, broad day, blocka, blocka (Blocka, blocka, blocka) |
| I got homies in the set who ain’t never seen the beach |
| And I got homies rest in peace at the age of twenty-three |
| Pete sakes, got us locked in |
| Mind frame like it’s boxed in |
| Palace jacket match the army fatigue |
| I chuck a P to the sky for all my niggas who 'ceased |
| Street legend worldwide, really am who I be |
| That’s why I’m good in every section where they chuck up the B |
| I hit the county mainline and really said where I’m from |
| Travelled 'round the world and told these niggas it’s Blood |
| Now I’m out in Buffalo, you see Westside Gunn |
| You see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem |
| Gotta do it for the homies livin' life on the run |
| P Worthy, where you been? |
| I been stackin' my funds |
| Still keep a bitch down, baby girl, you the one |
| 'Cause you done brought me the bread, you done copped me the whip |
| You was with a nigga then, ten toes on the strip |
| Really rap what I live, so they know it’s legit |
| Used to keep a eight ball with my ho on the year |
| Where you goin' Blood? |
| We hangin' out, brang 'em out |
| The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house |
| Smash out, we sailin' down Bentral with our flags out |
| Blabbermouth niggas better keep the hood out they mouth |
| Or end up missin', nobody know your whereabouts |
| Air 'em out, I head to DC eatin' carryout |
| Thuggin' with some niggas outside of Wayne Perry house |
| I did that, the homies did they shit when they slid back |
| Shit bracks, especially summertime in the hub west |
| Big press, we talkin' full court, this the Staples Center |
| Niggas got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered |
| Yeah, nigga, P Worthy, nigga |
| Westside Worthy |
| Bompton to Buffalo and all that, nigga |
| Niggas know what’s happenin' though (Check) |
| Gunn, I love you, Damu (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| What’s happenin'? |
| Look |
| White tee (Man), wipin' off the shells for this G, man (Damn, numbers) |
| Bruce Lee, transport the kicks in the caravan (Trap) |
| Ford Taurus hit the block (Man), nigga, scram, tuck the blam (Uh) |
| Five years old (Damn) when I seen my first crack deal (Numbers) |
| Count two hundred thou' cash (Uh, damn), I got time to chill (Chill) |
| If they search the whip (Damn), then it’s ten for this thirty-six (Goddamn) |
| Chances that we took (Uh), plus I had to turn the tricks (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, |
| ayy, ayy) |
| Fuck it, mayne, life’s a bitch, we just tryna get rich (Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, |
| ayy, ayy) |
| I’m lookin' at the pain different (Man, for real) |
| Go hard, my nigga, we still livin' (Damn, goddamn) |
| I’m still strivin', still motivated (Man), I’m still him (I'm him) |
| It’s hard to hit a movin' target (Yeah), I calculate my steps (Uh, maneuver) |
| You gotta understand this shit (Damn, shit), you gotta pay attention (Pay |
| attention) |
| And if you gotta put your hands on her, then you ain’t pimpin' (Step it up) |
| Got it out the mud (Good job, uh), I was rarely sleepin' (Uh, what else, Larry?) |
| I never cried for the recognition (Chill, never), I went and got it (Chill) |
| You niggas pimpin', livin' with yo' mama (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Lyin' to the bitch (Lyin'), probably why the game watered (Bad job) |
| Boy, stop it (Man), I’m big timin' (Yeah, big timin') |
| Big chillin' (Numbers), lil' wildin' (Good job, haha, keep goin', Larry, |
| numbers) |
| New foreign (Yeah), with the title (Uh, title) |
| This time I bought it (I bought it), I really like it (For real, I’ma keep this, |
| hahaha, I like this) |
| Fifty doin' donuts (Donuts), wrist cost a storefront (Storefront) |
| Never had a tour bus (Tour bus), Uncle Larry sold what? |
| (Sold what? |
| What’s happenin'?) |
| Let’s get this money, baby, we takin' risks all crazy |
| I ain’t had a diamond on this bitch, but my wrist all crazy |
| Full throttle, head first, like a kickoff, baby |
| Send bullets, interceptions, you get picked off maybe |
| Foreign tires, I scraped 'em, yeah, I’m shinin' like greatness |
| Niggas made it through hell, it’s a blessing, I’m thankful |
| Wait, let me get it poppin', ran through thousands, thousands |
| Countin' for some hours, higher power, fuck a money counter |
| Sayonara, lemon slices with the calamari, I been goin' hard since R&R |
| I ain’t play it safe, I ain’t make a statement, this the bottom line, |
| you gotta play it raw |
| Chop us up, I’m gonna play her, love for life, five bitches, all Lara Crofts |
| I rob a nigga if he don’t lower the cost, gun flash like Mardi Gras |
| Long nights, long flights, I been grindin' my whole life |
| And I’ma keep grindin' until my wrist bustin' like strobe lights, killer |
| Say you know just what you want |
| And I know just what you need, girl, so |
| Baby, bring your bod here, here, here |
| Bring your body here |
| Not fooling around with you |
| 'Cause, baby, my love is true |
| 'Cause with you, watch this |
| In a world |
| I wanna be with you |
| 'Cause you need someone |
| Someone like me (Let's do it, killing that shit), girl |
| To stand with by your every need |
| 'Cause I don’t see (Nothing wrong), hey |
| Nothing wrong (With a little bit of bump and grind) |
| With a little bit of bump and- |