Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Keisha Plum - God Is Love lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Keisha Plum - God Is Love lyrics]
(Conductor) woah, uh huh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Nackie Chan, wha ta! Yo, son
Santo Domingo
Helpin' the Gus to get to the people
It's niggas watchin' us shine like kings
Bro (Shiny)
Golden ring though
A lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs like dingo
(Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches to come and mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some
Hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Makin' the paper to stack up
Chips that tall like Pringles (Money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast it, fourth Clicquot
We done made this work
The dopеst niggas that got
Exposed that we gon' (Yеah)
Can't believe he gettin' dirt and
Really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, deal with Os of perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm
You can tell by the inside (Uh, huh)
It was only used for just to
Poke in needles and shit (Fuck)
He'd want it even more if
He knew it was lethal (That's crazy)
The dope came up
(Uh, huh) , what, what? Been on my ten toes
Yo (Nack) i tap the jumper like it's
Dominican then bolt bro (Jokin')
Feel offensive, but when I sing in the Benzo
(Vroom)
I up it from downers, Addies and benzos, yeah
Diamond dancin'
(Uh) , nine hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin'
More in the pan (yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve
They dropped back like Randall Cunningham
(They did)
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant (Haha)
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink
(Woo) the answer is me (Woo)
I told the plug "Make sure it's Tia Landry
I want it to look like the
Last one you handed me" (I do)
He hopped out swingin' the
Chopper like a canopy (Brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity
(In my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred-grand a week
Angela Bassett
I had it flamin' in the street (Haha)
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (Tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity
Look like DaniLeigh (She do)
I bought a Chanel bag
Just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys
And when she made it (When she made it)
When she made it (When she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove
Peace, God god is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending (Conductor)
Put the flash on him
Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
At the top of the world, but it's still all
My boy Westside Gunn, nigga
Put me on his damn back, said
"Get-Get 'em"
And never mind what they talkin' 'bout
Real niggas pull the money out
When the drama out
Real nigga put the money down, the drum out
Millionaire, I'll pull the llama
Out your mama mouth
Take the money out the damn bus
You on the couch
Put the pistol in your daughter mouth
You on the couch
We gon' go around the corner
With that Glock 50
Poppin' off about a hundred
At these pop niggas
G Wagon and I'm G baggin'
Bitch-ass nigga talkin' 'bout
He heat clappin'
And I done heard about your pussy ass
Next time I catch your boy
He rolled up in grass count the cash
Count the cash and I'm livin' fast
So quick to do the homicide with the mask
Take the mask off, broad day a nigga
What the fuck you wanna do
About that cold killer? Chain vicious
What's the issue 'bout my damn dawgs?
My boy, FNF, man that's poppin' off
Low-key, start to call taboo, motherfucker
Tell these niggas we goin' hard
Real niggas do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass niggas gon' hate
That's all in 'em
Envy in us niggas, that's jealously
All hate
You're desperate to see a nigga upstate
The real in my eyes couldn't
Let that shit ride
D-IE as a nigga swallow his pride
Never take my pride or
My motherfuckin' stripes
Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh?
The game be my wife, the lane be my ice
The 45 steel to a nigga brain twice
That 9 millimeter revolve a nigga
Got that, got that bitch poppin' off
'fore I solve you niggas
Shoutouts to them boys who did that time
Twans Hat, you my nigga, I did that line
When the first time I seen that
Boy go to the Earth
The first time I seen that
Boy go to the birth
38 Special, a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin'
The block all night
FNF, fuck niggas finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Nackie Chan, wha ta! Yo, son
Santo Domingo
Helpin' the Gus to get to the people
It's niggas watchin' us shine like kings
Bro (Shiny)
Golden ring though
A lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs like dingo
(Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches to come and mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some
Hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Makin' the paper to stack up
Chips that tall like Pringles (Money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast it, fourth Clicquot
We done made this work
The dopеst niggas that got
Exposed that we gon' (Yеah)
Can't believe he gettin' dirt and
Really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, deal with Os of perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm
You can tell by the inside (Uh, huh)
It was only used for just to
Poke in needles and shit (Fuck)
He'd want it even more if
He knew it was lethal (That's crazy)
The dope came up
(Uh, huh) , what, what? Been on my ten toes
Yo (Nack) i tap the jumper like it's
Dominican then bolt bro (Jokin')
Feel offensive, but when I sing in the Benzo
(Vroom)
I up it from downers, Addies and benzos, yeah
Diamond dancin'
(Uh) , nine hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin'
More in the pan (yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve
They dropped back like Randall Cunningham
(They did)
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant (Haha)
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink
(Woo) the answer is me (Woo)
I told the plug "Make sure it's Tia Landry
I want it to look like the
Last one you handed me" (I do)
He hopped out swingin' the
Chopper like a canopy (Brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity
(In my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred-grand a week
Angela Bassett
I had it flamin' in the street (Haha)
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (Tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity
Look like DaniLeigh (She do)
I bought a Chanel bag
Just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys
And when she made it (When she made it)
When she made it (When she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove
Peace, God god is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending (Conductor)
Put the flash on him
Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
At the top of the world, but it's still all
My boy Westside Gunn, nigga
Put me on his damn back, said
"Get-Get 'em"
And never mind what they talkin' 'bout
Real niggas pull the money out
When the drama out
Real nigga put the money down, the drum out
Millionaire, I'll pull the llama
Out your mama mouth
Take the money out the damn bus
You on the couch
Put the pistol in your daughter mouth
You on the couch
We gon' go around the corner
With that Glock 50
Poppin' off about a hundred
At these pop niggas
G Wagon and I'm G baggin'
Bitch-ass nigga talkin' 'bout
He heat clappin'
And I done heard about your pussy ass
Next time I catch your boy
He rolled up in grass count the cash
Count the cash and I'm livin' fast
So quick to do the homicide with the mask
Take the mask off, broad day a nigga
What the fuck you wanna do
About that cold killer? Chain vicious
What's the issue 'bout my damn dawgs?
My boy, FNF, man that's poppin' off
Low-key, start to call taboo, motherfucker
Tell these niggas we goin' hard
Real niggas do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass niggas gon' hate
That's all in 'em
Envy in us niggas, that's jealously
All hate
You're desperate to see a nigga upstate
The real in my eyes couldn't
Let that shit ride
D-IE as a nigga swallow his pride
Never take my pride or
My motherfuckin' stripes
Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh?
The game be my wife, the lane be my ice
The 45 steel to a nigga brain twice
That 9 millimeter revolve a nigga
Got that, got that bitch poppin' off
'fore I solve you niggas
Shoutouts to them boys who did that time
Twans Hat, you my nigga, I did that line
When the first time I seen that
Boy go to the Earth
The first time I seen that
Boy go to the birth
38 Special, a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin'
The block all night
FNF, fuck niggas finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels