Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nitro, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Nitro |
| '17 S550 seats and it was navy |
| American gangster like preacher in the 80's |
| Deliver pie to your door like a pizza, if you pay me |
| Maniac rap, these niggas is crazy, hold up |
| Ayo, these niggas is brazy, hold up (hold up) |
| Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound nigga |
| At your kids' daycare with the pile nigga |
| Don’t make a peep nigga |
| At your nana nursing home with the street sweeper |
| Hall &Nash, we elite nigga |
| God bless all the street niggas |
| Told the youngin when you 'bout 50 you’ll take a piece with ya |
| These a thousand dollars each sneaker |
| The rich righteous teacher |
| Fucked your bitch for some Rihanna creepers |
| These fuck niggas can’t keep up |
| Had to drag the Goyard when I re’d up |
| Had to drag the Goyard when I re’d up |
| Bunch of homies, them niggas’ll J. Reid ya |
| Show a nigga love, he’ll still deceive ya |
| That’s why I keep the 40 I know the procedure |
| Them boys drop bodies for the bands though |
| Hide them dead bodies in the bandos |
| Gosha tee camo |
| Hanging out the Bentley truck like Rambo |
| Face on the lightpole with the candle |
| These niggas don’t even miss ya |
| These niggas won’t even kiss ya |
| Fuck the niggas we gon' air 'em out |
| Supply 350's till I wear 'em out |
| Supply 350's these pairing out |
| Niggas tuck they chains around us, they don’t wear 'em out |
| Prezi by the throat, your jug vein, I’ma tear it out |
| You ever ran into the devil? |
| I took this fly shit to another level (uh) |
| Coke pots next to the tea kettle (yeah lemme get this) |
| I had your ass floating sea level |
| Yeah, all my niggas kings, all my chicks is fancy |
| My hand in my bitch’s panties while I’m sipping Brandy |
| Shells I stuffed in the he probably left the Camry |
| Likely to catch another case before I win a Grammy |
| My little brother like Machine Gun 'cause he a savage |
| That 40 make you lose weight without eating salad |
| Gave him a gun, now he around town wreaking havoc |
| Got knocked once and heard y’all downtown singing ballads |
| Niggas up in causing faces |
| Got public defenders going against the strongest cases |
| If you want that, we have you make extortion payments |
| They come around once a month like a mortgage payment |
| If you late we fuck you up and still charge inflation |
| Better watch your fucking mouth when you talk to gangsters |
| I eat with the bosses and still hang with henchmen |
| Always spoke a when my name get mentioned |
| O’s, I cooked them up, in the strangest kitchens |
| Tossed bullets for bucks like I was Jameis Winston |
| I know niggas who never told 'cause they plug the brother |
| Sly Green numbers and never get to hug they mothers |
| I got homies who bought Rollies, not to check the time |
| But most of us caught bids and then perfected crime |
| And some niggas stood up and they took extra time |
| When they come home, they legends like me, West, and Con |
| Uh, upper echelon |
| When they come home, they legends like me, West, and Con |