Westside Gunn - Bautista lyrics

[Westside Gunn - Bautista lyrics]

Ah

Ayo, let's hit an island
Gave the MAC to the pilot
Steppin' on the coke SBs, Nicky diamonds
You couldn't walk a mile in
Put the barrel on his eyelid
You fuck niggas can't rhyme here
No timeshare
The new king of New York, I be your highness
(Be your highness) so many fake niggas
I can't tell the difference broad day
Bullets back and forth like table tennis
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
My main shooter yayo sniffin'
Hundred thou' on his books
He lost weight in prison
He came home just to lay on niggas (Ah)
They fuckin' with us, how you figure, nigga?
Caught him comin' from the shower
Had to rip him
Praise both or it's sacrilegious
Mathematicians, money machines broke
Fiends overdosin' over dishes
Don't owe us or get your mom smoked
Power drive them off the fourth rope
That nigga spine broke (Ah)
Lord learn your lessons
Bulletproof beneath the Heron Preston
Airhole TECs (Brr)
Hoppin' out the bushes when
You least expect it

My nigga surfin' on the Wraith
Shootin' out the roof
Mister hit his baby moms
Bullet hit her coupe (Ah)
Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
Nigga fell and hit the sink
Knocked out your tooth

Ayo, MAC interstellar
(Brr) , yay storms, I cooked the brick
Lagerfeld umbrella
My bagger got a nasal drip (Ah)
Hazel 6 picked me out the lineup
'cause I had the fish (Skrrt)
Package flip, peace to TF
That nigga active Crip
Got a grip, blew his brains out
Now he back to licks (Brr, brr, brr)
Half the shit, pussy
That's why I keep the rubber grip (Ah)
Undercover parker
Who could fuck with this? Illustrious
Somebody hand me the plate
You're sniffin' dust and shit
Double pack stuffed with Bics
Match the wrap, parker
(Match the wrap, parker)
Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol
(Talkin' Pinesol)
Rockin' all this Johnny Dang
Look like the lights off
(Look like the lights off)
Double pack stuffed with Bics
Match the wrap, parker
(Ah)
Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol
(Talkin' Pinesol)
Rockin' all this Johnny Dang
Look like the lights off
(Look like the lights off)

Ayo, my nigga surfin' on the Wraith
Shootin' out the roof (Brr)
Mister hit his baby moms
Bullet hit her coupe (Boom, boom, boom)
Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
This nigga fell and hit the sink
Knocked out his tooth

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