Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack - Jesus Crack lyrics

Please don't harm this brother
'cause we love him yeah (Woah)
Nack Daily (yeah) it's a daily thing  (Oh)
It's how we swing,  yeah (Oh)
Give me the crown, I'm named king, y'all
(Griselda) ayo

Rocket Pack Nack damage is ambidex
Aerial attack amateurs asking questions
(Que paso?)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back, bandages
(Piss you off) back hand slap a nigga
Five finger sandwiches
Amethyst split your cap and the
Suede niggas had crack managers (Crack)
Slang bangin' be like a
Throat full of cameras, yo
(Click, click, click)
Direction on the phone, can't
Handle the switch, codе lingo
(Slang crazy)
Countin' the profit so when we brokе
Domingo hoes will mingle
When niggas' bitches come in
The Rolls like Bingo, make your toes tangle
(Mami)
She just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper
(Word) my Dominican plug lookin' at me like
He gon' sing with choppers
Swing the vodka, bring the Wiz doctor
(Ad-libs) countin' up the profit's so
We can split proper (Uh, huh)
Put the brick, fuck the kick-box shit
Y'all out the movements (What?)
Always be in the quarters to
The mathematic with lost principles
I'm makin' two out of one, decide, damn
Look at y'all
You niggas talk a lot in your interviews
Recordin' giant squid tentacles (Uh, huh)
Fuck talkin', I'm out
Here mixin' chemicals, yo
(Know what I mean?)
(That's how we do it, we official, my nigga)

Yeah, seven-five just kicked
Make about a thousand (Cheese, money)
Ayo, seven fives just kicked
Make about a cutler base like Prada
(Uh, huh)

Rockin' shit, blast for a bass
Made four shakes when you chase haters
Calm when you're out of touch spliff science
(Stupid)
Shit, every bomb I drop, it just stay atomic
(Boom) surviving later, be honest
You niggas better pray to Muhammad
Play the game honest (Watch yourself)
Harmless niggas seen me in the promises
Since elite could tell that the
Predator found his target
Shoot him while he makin' Salah (Kill 'em)
Lay the eighty-five into your head
Damn the carpets (Blaow)
Niggas snitching to bring you down on charges
(Damn) walk around, limit's is now mantras
Who made out the sharp, fade, dark winged up?
Money not thin, park the Benz (Skrrt)
Ballin' with minimal top space
You wasn't with us
Bust shots 'til the gym, plenty options
(I got it)
Ten shots for the next God, I slam my God
God with the anthemic blickys, bombardment
(Boom)
I take you niggas out just like garbage men
(Fuck outta here) you near the deep end
Get ready to fall and swim
Ten shots hit the charlatan
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow)
Or the penny pincher beggin' to bargain it
Yo (Woah)
Fuck outta here, nigga (Fuck outta here)

Yeah, seven-five just kicked
Make about a thousand (Woah)
Yeah, seven fives just kicked
Make about a thousand (Sheesh)
(Ayo, ayo)

Ayo, Wraith gettin' dusty (Skrrt)
Don't nobody love me like my
Kids and my junkies
Some niggas live, some niggas wasn't lucky
(Uh, uh)
Saint Michael VLONE, rips in my dunkeys
Model bitches wanna fuck me
(Woo) rub my feet, chef me Wagyu
Japanese dinner, while I left
She stay a boot
Sweetest taboo, head shot, face ragu
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You ain't ever got Givenchy
Sent from Matthew, you lackin'
(Ah)
Wales Bonner gloves on the MAC-10 (Brra)
Switches on the strap, Inshallah
This work come back (Whip)
And if we do, we back
My main fiend a white boy
Long hair, blue eyes
We call him Jesus Crack
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Bullets through ya (Bullets through you)
We cleared the plate, turned into Luger (Ah)
Tesla Jeep, playin' Grand Puba (Skrrt)

As the jewels jingle from the hot
Young and single little stunt
A 40 and a blunt
That's all she really wants
But she'll spend your papes and she'll
Use up all your plastic
And if you swing an 'ep
You'd better wear a prophylactic
'Cause things are gettin' drastic
Push up in the wrong one
You'll end up in a casket (Slow down)

For God so loved the world, He gave us dope
(Gave us dope) for God so loved the world
He gave us cocaine (He gave us cocaine)
Dope man (Dope man) , dope man (Dope)
Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash
Dope man
(Dope) , they screamin' dope man (Ah)
For God so love the world, He gave us cocaine

Water whip a drain, take
Communion on the stove, remember me
(Remember me) they soft as Bentley seats
I signed my name in cursive on the key
(Haha)
I got the work for cheap, ran through it
Herschel Walker speed
He hit the glasses hard
Almost burst into pieces (Woo)
I feel like Jesus leavin' Neiman's
The Balenciaga's blood burgundy
Just get the birds to me
These kilos got us lit we went electric
Stamp my blocks with the Tesla T
(Stamp mine) what's action to me? When they
Shoot the driver's side
And you die crawlin' out the passenger seat
(Brra, bah, bah, bah)
That boy elite, eyes closed, trap in my sleep
(Woo) i brush my teeth with Ace of Spade
I spit champagne in the sink (Ha ha ha)
Diamond every link, courtesy of Slime
Courtesy of Johnny Dang (Johnny Dang)
Tell them niggas playin' with my name
I said they pussy (Nigga, you pussy)
Look where my rookie season took me
Seven bricks to book me
I went Mookie Blaylock
Picked up ten birds in Atlanta
Magic with the Arm & Hammer
I got PTSD from the Fed cameras (I do)
Playin' Fred Hammond in the Lambo' (Haha)
I be everywhere you can't go
You don't love Michelle, bitch, stand on it

For God so loved the world, He gave us dope
(Gave us dope) for God so loved the world
He gave us cocaine (He gave us cocaine)
Dope man (Dope man) , dope man (Dope)
Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash
Dope man (Dope) , they screamin' dope man
For God so love the world, He gave us cocaine

Yeah, I can freestyle for y'all
Y'all ready, y'all ready?
You ready Perry? First time ever
Right now, tell me Perry, what's up?
Huh? What?
On occasions, on occasions, I be blazin'
Hell fuckin' raisin', you know this paper
Never I be chasin', paper fuckin' chase us
Chasin' all this paper
Black bull with a black, got them shotty
Big bull with a homicide body
Thug nigga with a gentleman's swag
Mentality, I gotta get a bag
A bag, a bag, a bag like that
Thirty on my hip, thirty with the damn MAC
Talk about them guns that a little nigga had
That deuce-deuce, dawg, man
That be my fuckin' dad
Hell no, low-key got the dough
Key to my heart, pure, with the 44
Ocky be my nigga, man, that nigga really real
Fuck what you heard, dawg
We bustin' off the steel
MAC-90 with the blue beam, dawg
I'm thuggin'
Baby girl, man, I really like it, love it
Baby mama, man, she sat up and trippin'
Homicide, bitch nigga, I'm the witness