Westside Gunn, Boldy James - Claiborne Kick lyrics

Raw is Flygod ayo

Ayo, Patek wrist, took the
Cracks out the pots, geometrics
(Ah) bag the extras
 lookin' like the richest ever in
The pickup Tesla (Skrrt)
Hundred shots to whoever
(Brr) , we want wars with the best (Brr)
Elephant trunks stuck to less
(Ah) , four hundred thousand on the neck
Knock off your head, fuck a vest
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
Right in front of mama love
That type of shit don't matter
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Started gettin' better work then
The money came faster (Ah)
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body
Let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit the brick with a Claymore
Kick, rock a Liz Claiborne
It ain't safe for 'em (Ah)

Mafia, what else?
Two twenty-seven, Blockworks

Stood tall on that murder rock
The threat is on the compound
Twenty man tanks here
Twenty-four hour lockdown
Was wanted on the net by the detects
Number one suspected callin' home collect
Auntie Nette the only one acceptin'
One count felony firearm
Two counts of drug possession
Three counts of felonious assault
Without a murder weapon
On the west side with 'bout thirty blicks
Got the most gun collection
Plus a whole array of thirty clips
With a whole drum selection
Young and restless, all
My youngins scandalous
Don't need none protection
Undercovers pressin'
Wanna know what's me and Gunn connection
Know the feds watchin'
Tryna catch us touchin' tons of metric
Whole camp solid, snatch us up
You won't get one confession
Hustlin' medication
Takin' medicine for depression
Under investigation
Never been the one to question
Plug on my level
Seen the talent from the first impression
Russian cut my bezel, Caesar salad
With the Russian dressin', where we at?

Ayo, Patek wrist, took the
Cracks out the pots, geometrics
(Ah) bag the extras
Lookin' like the richest ever
In the pickup Tesla (Skrrt)
Hundred shots to whoever
(Brr) , we want wars with the best (Brr)
Elephant trunks stuck to less
(Ah) , four hundred thousand on the neck
Knock off your head, fuck a vest
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
Right in front of mama love
That type of shit don't matter
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Started gettin' better work then
The money came faster (Ah)
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body
Let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit the brick with a Claymore
Kick, rock a Liz Claiborne
It ain't safe for 'em (Ah)