Westside Gunn - FLYGOD 2x Lyrics

Luxurious (grrt)
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (grrrrrrt)
Griselda Ayo

I'ma take you back to the ski mask, Chanel CO with my mail
I can never fail
I can read through you, I can tell that you would tell
You ain't never ate Ruth Chris in the cell (uh-uh)
Everything grail, you movin' at the pace of a snail
Supreme Blientele, 'cause my cocaine pale
This rap doin' aight, my dope powers well
With Egypt readin' cold least Cutter doin' well
I'm on q mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon

Boxers cost 500, I got my pant's saggin'
If he had to drive fifty miles, he was head crackin'
Back when I copped the Infinite I had the less wagon
True story, I can get anything done
Runway Gucci jean suit, head in the ball
Satorini black antics sucks in the sun under top three
And not three or two, but I'm the (one) sing Fenetta loves
See me, I'm the model type (ah)
Balenciaga tour tee with the pirana bites
H-rolls on ice
Hit you broad day (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fuck you and the police
Nigga our dos nice
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Super Flygod

To-to JAY-Z, to André, to Westside Gunn
For-for makin' me wanna just rap again
I fuckin' love it, I love rap, it changed niggas lives