Westside Gunn, Eto - John Bena lyrics

Yo, woah, yeah, 6, yeah

Pop trunks, get the top bunk
You only die once, the coward lives
I'll die with a thousand grams
While letting the powder fizz
That’s how it is, let Mr shade vouch
Yo, fuck that beef shit
That shit is played out
Beef is when all of them pass
Easy like a walk in the grass
They keep telling me money talks
Go and talk to your cash
Got all of that stabbed, same farce as my dad
Rest easy pai, I'ma be parked in my bag
It gets greasy, right
A hard day make it an easy night (Yo)
Gotta visit the homie before he reunites
Right (Si)
I ain't seen him in a double
It’s still the same place since
We was in the huddle, nigga

Ayo, rocking Billy, smoking billy
Peace to all my billies all these barats
Got the biggest bhain up in my bity
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Kill your Ballys
Balenciagas got me looking bix feet
30 on me, fresh manicure
Trigger finger itchy
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Thousand dollar plates, you niggas never ate
(Ah) i drink a different kind of grape
I blast, nigga, MAC-11 on my bitch too (Grr)
Blientele blassic
Uber mounted on a lick spoon (Ah)
Nina Chanels in my living room, Sean Price
MF DOOM
Niggas on the borner, everybody wooping
Heard somebody shooting, AK-47
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Blow his brains out, way we booling
(We booling)