Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz - BDP lyrics

C-Conductor, we have a problem
What the fuck? (Conductor)
Y'all niggas trash ayo, check

I'm God's favorite, when I spit
The bar raises (C-C-C-C)
Before I got my start
Was sellin' hard drugs to Caucasians
Fought cases
 now we high in double R's racin' (Skrrt)
I came up, they all thought it was
Voodoo from the Haitians (Haha)
In all greatness, God
The top lonely but it ain't spacious
(Uh, huh)
The comp all washed up with fiend-out faces
(Niggas poor)
They ain't shit, just for me to prosper
Had to take risks
My Off White Dunks got the criss-cross laces
(Uh, huh) i push a spaceship all through
The New York Matrix (Vroom)
Where good kids catch bids
And turn Incarcerated Scarfaces
Rather serve you coke outta my palm
Than work for small wages (Uh, huh)
Kick your door, pray Allah save us
We all favored
Casablanca scarf wiping prints
Off the stainless (Uh, huh)
I knock whoever off
Underground artists or A-list
(Boom boom boom) if they in the lane
They just roadkill on the pavement (Uh)
It's GxFR, dangerous, nothin' to play with
It’s pure poison on your playlist
I'm like dark skin Michael Jackson stylin'
Moonwalkin' on stages (Woo)
I'm a lord
They all hit the floor and give off praises
Still got dog food residue on my razor

Ayo, I move mountains
Move work through public housin' (Ah)
Shootout, shells hit the ground
At least a thousand (Grrrt)
My bitch Nina hit like Ronda Rousey
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
Used to sip cups of purple 'til I was drowsy
Then there was a drought
No yellow or green for me (Uh, uh)
My 40 got a big nose like BDP
(Ba da ba ba ba)
Murder bravado, the plug said, "No hablo"
I looked across, I seen at
Least a thousand bricks, alhamdulillah
The most gorgeous
(Agh) , the most gifted (Agh)
Prolific (Agh)
Four-fifth kick like Bruce shit
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
The sky hawk throwin' two blicks, ruthless
Fiend hit the pipe all you heard was

This is how we do it (This is how we do it)
Sha la la la la la lo

Uh, who fuckin' with me, who?
(Who fuckin' with me?)
We swam through water
Whip in a Chanel scuba suit (Haha)
Gucci K for my nigga, he gon' super shoot
(Grrrt, bap bap)
They played the wiretap back for me
I sounded like Magoo (Ha ha ha)
Told my lawyer, "Cool"
(yeah) it wasn't me (It wasn't me)
My nigga brought the work back on his niece
Had it wrapped around her legs like Lebron
Icin' his knees
What nigga nicer than me? They
Drownin' fightin' to breathe
I seen rock smoke in the air
(Yes) , seen feds run up the stairs
I seen a million on Flip' neck
Versace on Claire seen one turn to two
Like I put it in the mirror
I seen a nigga air the block
Out in a Oldsmobile Alero
(Brrrt, bap bap bap)

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