Westside Gunn - Connie’s Son lyrics
[Westside Gunn - Connie’s Son lyrics]
Fuckin' King of New York, fuck nigga ayo
Ayo, Tisci kept Burberry alive
Why your bitch starin' at my neck
Like that? Now she blind (Blind)
Whipped the whole brick by design
Fiend fell out, splash water on him
He'll be fine (Fine)
Ayo, just do the tests
I don't need no introduction (Ah)
Made at least a half
A mil' ridin' Megabuses
Claire need a dollar, gave her two
Now she want five
MAC 12, MAC 13, you niggas know the vibes
(Brr) steak Porter size, threw the hells up
Too much Rose seen Pac at the corner store
Tryna sell a stove
The cherry GT with the wing
(Ah) , nigga, there I go
The Almighty, my only friends on
The VLONE, Dior gloves, baggin'
At night in Dior sunglasses
The ratchet in the Mackage
Shots out the Maybach
Caught them niggas lackin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand scales works well, the soda doin' magic
Ayo, Tisci kept Burberry alive
Why your bitch starin' at my neck
Like that? Now she blind (Blind)
Whipped the whole brick by design
Fiend fell out, splash water on him
He'll be fine (Fine)
Ayo, just do the tests
I don't need no introduction (Ah)
Made at least a half
A mil' ridin' Megabuses
Claire need a dollar, gave her two
Now she want five
MAC 12, MAC 13, you niggas know the vibes
(Brr) steak Porter size, threw the hells up
Too much Rose seen Pac at the corner store
Tryna sell a stove
The cherry GT with the wing
(Ah) , nigga, there I go
The Almighty, my only friends on
The VLONE, Dior gloves, baggin'
At night in Dior sunglasses
The ratchet in the Mackage
Shots out the Maybach
Caught them niggas lackin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand scales works well, the soda doin' magic