Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum - Lunchin lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum - Lunchin lyrics]
Ayo, I want me and my niggas
To have back-to back yachts
Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
One nigga thought he had hops
He tried to jump the fence
Lord, why he do that? His
Kids never seen him since, lord
(Ah)
Threw him in the shower with the chainsaw
The cocaine raw, give up the watch
Take the chain off (Boom boom boom boom)
Bleed the wall, wipe the brains off
'caine rain cough
I pray to God that the scale ain't off
(The scale ain't off)
The Prada slippers, jewelry glisten, pull up
Half the roof missin' ruth's Chris
Stuffed chicken gettin' fed by two bitches
Tyin' up the loose enders
Smack 'em with the forty
Now his tooth missin'
Laid 'em on the table
Had to pool stick 'em (Ah)
It's glory, it's glory, it's FLYGOD
(It's FLYGOD) ayo, I want me and my niggas
To have back-to back Dracos
Keep shootin' his house down 'til I say so
I got the yayo
My nigga doin' thirty in Laredo
You still got the time and date, though
We not the same, yo (Not the same, yo)
The shit ain't even bust down
Shit ain't even bust down
(Shit ain't even bust down)
Ayo, the shit ain't even bust down (Ayo)
The shit ain't even bust down
My Colt pop like particle, cappin', ho
My microwave rock and roll
Let's lock and load (Ah)
Tiffany handles on the white gold stove
(White gold stoves) thirty in the oven
These niggas say I'm buggin'
(Niggas say I'm buggin')
I'm on the yard with the
Bone crusher like a lunchin'
(Like a lunchin', like a lunchin')
Yo, I want me and my niggas
To have back-to back yachts
Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
One nigga thought he had hops
Tried to jump the fence, lord
Why he do that? His kids
Never seen him since, lord
Imagine if this was the last poem I write
Imagine your moms snortin' lines of white
Imagine the feeling when the
Judge gave him life
Imagine if Westside Gunn never
Touched the mic
Or imagine if Con never got shot
Imagine if time just stopped
Imagine all of this and then imagine it again
It's Griselda Records 'til the fuckin' end
Uh, Gucci, and, uh, you
Been a longtime supporter
You still supporting after the controversies?
What controversy? I'm sure you heard, you
Know, black, you know, they they had the
Blackface sweater and, you know, a lot
Of prominent artists, dropping them
You know man, listen
I don't got nothin' against nobody really?
Um, my thing is this, I support everybody I
Like, everybody, and my thing is this
I like to live life and do, and do what I
Like to do i'm not no follower
I do what the fuck I wanna do right
Because everybody say, uh, wear this
Or don't wear this
I'ma wear what the fuck I wanna wear
I'm 'bout to go into Gucci
Were you disrespected at all by
The whole blackface controversy?
I'm 'bout to go into Gucci
To have back-to back yachts
Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
One nigga thought he had hops
He tried to jump the fence
Lord, why he do that? His
Kids never seen him since, lord
(Ah)
Threw him in the shower with the chainsaw
The cocaine raw, give up the watch
Take the chain off (Boom boom boom boom)
Bleed the wall, wipe the brains off
'caine rain cough
I pray to God that the scale ain't off
(The scale ain't off)
The Prada slippers, jewelry glisten, pull up
Half the roof missin' ruth's Chris
Stuffed chicken gettin' fed by two bitches
Tyin' up the loose enders
Smack 'em with the forty
Now his tooth missin'
Laid 'em on the table
Had to pool stick 'em (Ah)
It's glory, it's glory, it's FLYGOD
(It's FLYGOD) ayo, I want me and my niggas
To have back-to back Dracos
Keep shootin' his house down 'til I say so
I got the yayo
My nigga doin' thirty in Laredo
You still got the time and date, though
We not the same, yo (Not the same, yo)
The shit ain't even bust down
Shit ain't even bust down
(Shit ain't even bust down)
Ayo, the shit ain't even bust down (Ayo)
The shit ain't even bust down
My Colt pop like particle, cappin', ho
My microwave rock and roll
Let's lock and load (Ah)
Tiffany handles on the white gold stove
(White gold stoves) thirty in the oven
These niggas say I'm buggin'
(Niggas say I'm buggin')
I'm on the yard with the
Bone crusher like a lunchin'
(Like a lunchin', like a lunchin')
Yo, I want me and my niggas
To have back-to back yachts
Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
One nigga thought he had hops
Tried to jump the fence, lord
Why he do that? His kids
Never seen him since, lord
Imagine if this was the last poem I write
Imagine your moms snortin' lines of white
Imagine the feeling when the
Judge gave him life
Imagine if Westside Gunn never
Touched the mic
Or imagine if Con never got shot
Imagine if time just stopped
Imagine all of this and then imagine it again
It's Griselda Records 'til the fuckin' end
Uh, Gucci, and, uh, you
Been a longtime supporter
You still supporting after the controversies?
What controversy? I'm sure you heard, you
Know, black, you know, they they had the
Blackface sweater and, you know, a lot
Of prominent artists, dropping them
You know man, listen
I don't got nothin' against nobody really?
Um, my thing is this, I support everybody I
Like, everybody, and my thing is this
I like to live life and do, and do what I
Like to do i'm not no follower
I do what the fuck I wanna do right
Because everybody say, uh, wear this
Or don't wear this
I'ma wear what the fuck I wanna wear
I'm 'bout to go into Gucci
Were you disrespected at all by
The whole blackface controversy?
I'm 'bout to go into Gucci