Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - One More Hit lyrics

Brr, fuck these niggas, lord (Ayo)
Brr, fuck about none of these niggas
(Boom, boom, boom,  boom,  boom, boom, boom
 boom) ayo, fuck these niggas, doot, doot

Ayo,  I walked up on him, I didn't think
I just shot
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah)
My whip game brazy, you want it or not?
(Want it or not? Ah) blocks with no cut
Might make your heart stop
(Might make your heart stop, ah)
Hit my nigga with the kingpin
He never gon' drop (Ah)
I'm on my Tebow
We ran the option with a kilo (With a kilo)
I came home
I copped a mansion and a speedboat
(Copped a mansion and a speedboat)
I got the AR posing on the Spigol (Ah)
In Puerto Rico, got the MAC from Chino Nino
(Brr, brr, brr, got the MAC from Chino Nino)
My paintbrush, you can't touch
Told the bitch I'm
Richer than half the Lakers, now go to sleep
You wake up to bubble baths in Vegas
Bet a hundred on Rick
(Bet a hundred on Rick)
Conway screw loose, he got shot in the head
(He got shot in the head)
We the illest ever
Hundred chains on my deathbed (Ah, ah)

Stove Jesus, I was cookin' for three days
And then it rose up out the pot
Hov was on the box (Woo)
"D'evils", verse two, shit
Touched my soul, i had to stop
(I had to stop)
Then got right back to whippin'
I'm on the clock (Woo)
Inshallah, these niggas wake up and
Know that they ain't me (Inshallah)
Off White zip tie on the
Cross when they hang me (When they hang me)
Kneel on the brick, say the Lord's Chant
(Pray to a real nigga)
LuxTouch marble shine like the floor is damp
(Woo)
Kilos under the hood with the Porsche stamp
(You see 'em?)
Cartier goggles, bitch, I'm Horace Grant
(I'm Horace Grant) forty below, look like
I'm mountain climbin', my nigga said
His first year in the mountains
He felt like he was dyin'
(Felt like it was over)
He said he prayed through summer
And he read through winter
Then he came home rich
I had the bread delivered
Bitch, I just hit seven figures (Woo)
The same night
My young shooter hit eleven niggas
(Brr, bah, bah, bah) stove