Westside Gunn, Boldy James - 716 Mile lyrics

[Westside Gunn, Boldy James - 716 Mile lyrics]

Brrt ayo (Brrt)
Brrt brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayo)

Everything we shootin' got scratched numbers
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I bet I hit something, Hacksaw Jim Duggan
(Ho) got a ring on every finger
Like I'm brick pumpin' (Ah)
Out the pot, yay wet like Trae Young jumper
If they pull us over, don't say nothing
(Don't fuckin' say nothing)
My chopper got a "Oh
You wanna play?" button
(You wanna fuckin' play?)
Just dumped the damn bag
It didn't weigh nothing (Ah)
Bricks white on white, Nicole Kidman
Kate Hudson (Woo)
Pump to your kids, what's the safe numbers?
(Fuck is the safe numbers?)
I'm Picasso with the paintbrushes (Ah)
Twenty-three drop McLaren, honey mustard
(Skrrt) i 'came Dame Dolla at the buzzer
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

My youngin rag redder than a
Blood bath of roses (Woo)
Allergic to blue steel
Got a gun rash from totin'
(Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Silent but deadly since he last reloaded
(What else?) that stick'll part the Red Sea
Like the staff of Moses
(Where we at with it?)
I cleared 'em all out if they
Heard that window break and shatter (Brr)
Extendo clips'll have you fallin'
Down Jacob's Ladder
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Leave your mama teary-eyed
Instill the fear of God (Let's get it)
Just the thought of me takin' his
Life make her even madder (Haha)
Bob and weavin', boxin' demons
Leavin' Exodus (It's on)
Built for this shit just like my
Wrist because I'm pressure fit
(Get 'em gone, Jones) hook up a split
Put on my mix just how my nephew wanted
(Mafia)
That ain't my brick if it ain't hit
I put some extras on it (Haha)
Hold your funeral on your block
I put them steppers on it (What else?)
Roman numerals in my watch
Leather Corinthian (What else?)
'Fore I went in
Was servin' white boys in the suburbs
(Blocks) while I was down
I opened up the Book of Proverbs (Uh, huh)
DA diggin' up old dirt to
Make them bodies stick (You know it)
That's when I learned that cleanliness
Was next to Godliness (Blockworks)
Long live Titus
We used to call him Uncle Fester (Blood)
Remember cryin' first time I
Served my Auntie Esther (Titi)
Twenty-five pints on the dresser
Next to the compressor (Press up)
It ain't no pressure
Niggas know me and my gang purgin'
(Gang time) grammy nominated
Me and him ain't the same person (At all)
On a stack of Bibles
And it's the King James version
(Let's get it) church

Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best shit

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