Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WESTSIDE, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WESTSIDE |
| Statik Selektah |
| Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord |
| Ayo, I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas |
| Ayo, I’m nothing less than impeccable |
| Hanging out the car, king, I let the Desert blow |
| My VLONE, Ricky Kilos |
| Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino, neck lit up like Reno (grr) |
| Seven days, ten bodies, that’s a slow week |
| I don’t wanna talk unless it’s whole keys |
| Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake |
| Bought three phones this year, nigga, I’m straight |
| Courtside, Timberlake’s on, across from Drake |
| Still a new nigga but I’m one of the greats |
| I motivate niggas who’s starter was please get off 'em, I did |
| Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist |
| I’d rather catch a body than you taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom) |
| Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual |
| Don’t give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal |
| This for my day one niggas eating mackerel |
| This for my niggas getting mail everyday |
| My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay |
| My main niggas been down, been fucked up since |
| So I’ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit |
| I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up |
| All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting |
| I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch |
| I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps |
| And find your body parts on the street |
| Nigga, Westside |
| Ayo, Flygod classic, Glock on me blast it |
| Last nigga that tried to rob me, turned to ashes |
| Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers |
| Pina colada i8, the yay pumper |
| Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house |
| Why had to kill 'em, I had to figure out |
| I guess jealousy prevails |
| That’s why I keep my third eye open on the scale |
| Why the nigga chain so big? |
| Your neck frail |
| Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail |
| I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger |
| You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer |
| Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed |
| They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth |
| Be you, I’d rather jump off a bridge first |
| Carry a man? |
| I’d rather carry my kids first |
| I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up |
| All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting |
| I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch |
| I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps |
| And find your body parts on the street |
| Nigga, Westside |
| Nigga, Westside |