Westside Gunn - Red Death lyrics

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever
The Butcher comin' nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
(The Butcher)
Y'all niggas should know by now
That Griselda the flag
We the biggest (Biggest) yeah

I don't know nobody this hungry
I don't know nobody this humble
I don't know nobody this
Fearless, with Tarzan, i can switch jungles
I don't know nobody this gangsta
I don't know nobody this ready
Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?
I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)
This where I take control of shit
This where I get to rap about sticks
And how we wrap bricks with petroleum
Clean strips like custodians (Uh, huh)


My rap sheet got coke on it
My stash house got broken in
West signed me, I was woke again
I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)
Get rich first, then get your homies rich
It works they said I'd never switch it up
But I'm like three flows in on this verse
So what that tell you? That tell me that
These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'
(Lot of cheerleadin')
And these niggas gon' run in
High when the scan season
And the Butcher comin', motherfucker
Never seen a pot
(Pot) , you never seen a blender (A blender)
I got this white bitch with me
(This white bitch with me)
But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh, uh)
I put my feet on niggas (Uh, huh)
When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)
I think of my sons
I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)
I play the game like Larry Bird
You know that street code, nigga
I can shoot for three or
I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)
Giants Monday night football
I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)
Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots
I'm placin' bets and takin' pots
(Takin' pots)
You make a move, I make it hot (Uh, huh)
You makin' moves, nigga? You take
Ice cubes, then, man, fuck that
That's pre-school
You run down on niggas and you make 'em cop
(yeah) then make sure you sleep with that
Machine gun like Megan Fox
It's the Butcher, nigga

When y'all tell the tale
Make sure you tell that nobody did
It like Griselda did it
A team that was one of one
That shifted everything
The culture was never the same
After they got here

Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it
'bout it we can break the whole shit down
Go ounce for ounces
Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)
One house so fly
You can't even sit on the couches
Perrier fountains
(Ah) , I heard the feds watchin'
We had to re-route
Took it through the Carolinas
Any doubt and we'll be here
'til tomorrow, my nigga
You gotta recount it
Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen
Weed tems match the tans
The black match the greens
McLaren P1 (Skrrt) , with the M16 oh, I
(Oh, I) , oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)

Uh, G Wagon mornings and Porsche nights
(Stove) the cars that'll cost your life
(Haha) rain boots Off White (Ha ha ha)
It started dissolvin' in the water
I lost sight (I did)
Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)
Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like
(That's what God like)
VVS's dancin' in the ring
Like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show
I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full
(Woo) the trap phone just kept ringin'
Like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)
If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't
(You can't)
Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp
Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp
(It was) i went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix
Had to lay up (Haha)
Get low for nine months
After they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)
They askin' "Who the best?" I'm
Like "It may be us" (Brr, bah)
Quarter-million layin' in the cut
Rubber band it up (Stove)
It ain't shit to talk about, nigga
The damage is done (Ha ha ha)
All that Jeff Van Gundy shit
Get a gun to your shit
I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)

Speed in a Benz now
Before it was the mega bus with bundles
All the droopy-eyed junkies come through
With they money crumpled
Make 'em get it straight
The fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8
He tried to find a vein
He tied his bicep with the sneaker lace
They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights
Now he in outer space
Fast forward, now we in Paris
Swiggin' bottles of Ace you know the case
All the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e
You dirty square niggas won't ever
Be in better shape
We so far ahead of these niggas
It's no one in the race
Could leave and come back
They'd still be fucked up in the same place
Light you up like Richard Pryor with
A pipe full of base
Life dealt them bad cards
He got popped in his poker face
Chop your head
Stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake
Then I hit the rock with the
Razor's edge on a paper plate
Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons
He tried to run, we blew at the back of his
Head like a Rams helmet (Boom)
All I needed was a skirt
I told the plug to mail it on the dark web
I know the method like RZA do
Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule
(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)
All of my shit is dope
(yeah) put it on a spoon
Oh, we fuckin' do it, oh, we fuckin
Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores
Y'all trash
Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks
Y'all cats lil' boys

Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)

Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul
Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (yeah)
He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room
(Grrah)
Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof
'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh
(Uh, huh)
Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom
Let me starve, so I made bitches food
Made a lane and I made bitches move
Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)
Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)
These hoes ain't on they job
Dope fiend with the J nod
Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)
Cop keys of that cake, Ma
Stacks on deck, like it's cake car
(Like it's cake car)
Big moves when the bricks move
Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown
Young girl from the Buff'
That did the impossible (Yup)
Everybody from the block was
Lookin' to pop it, i was the monster who
Took this shit to the top, boy
Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny

Woah, what's happenin'? yeah, okay

I'm hoppin' out the fifty
It's an eighty-eight
Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place
Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base
All gas, no brakes
Make your bitch cash dates
I'm from Bompton, Balifornia
Where us all P shakes
And when the barrels hit the corner
Then we hop them gates
I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate
Countin' hundred dollar bills
Cuttin' dope on a plate
Just a Westside nigga in Harlem
I tuck my P high
Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga
I'm to the Eastside
They never heard B-Brazy
Slappin' out of a G-ride
I show you how to do this
Like the greatest of all time
4 Bent, Rest in Peace
Had to do it for 4 Line
2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah
I'm from both sides
Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side
In the bity where it's brackin', Blood
I live in a beehive

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh (Uh)

MAC was made in Bangladesh
Spray the steps, oops, i made a mess
(Brrt) they upset, they down two
They concerned 'cause they regress
They depressed, they wavin' white flags
I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Ha ha ha)
We take no threats lightly
You likely gettin' a halo next
We rivals like when the Yankees
Go play the Mets, go place your bets
I cook a half, my man cooked a half
And J gon' taste and test
I'm battlin' my chef to see whose
Shit better like Rae and Meth (Talk to 'em)
Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead
My bitch is J lo bad, I get fellatio
The Grateful Head (Ha)
I don't beef with rappers
I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Real pressure
Think you a real stepper? I break your legs
(Haha)
I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort
The way I sped past niggas, just ask niggas
(Go ask them niggas, man)
Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips
To talk to me crazy
Like I won't split your shit or put
Up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)
Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips
(Uh, huh)
All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch
(Boom, boom, boom)
I bend your bitch, then tell her "You can go
I'll send your Lyft" (Goodbye)
Then I sped off so past
I made the Benzo drift (Huh)
Think you puttin' work in
I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)
Hiders called me from the Feds and said
"I'm glad you made it, my nigga
This been your gift"

Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)
Oh, oh, oh
(Can't do shit, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)

When we talk finales
You can compare us to all of 'em
We done lived it all we the Godfathers
We the Avengers in the Infinity War
We came Back to the Future to
Be the Terminators of the Matrix
We the Lord of the Rings
That hold the Hunger Games
See, no Mission is Impossible when
You this Fast and Furious
Niggas Die Hard when we show
'em the Final Destination
It's been a pleasure hitler Wears Hermès 10
DJ Drama and like that, we gone
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom gunn, holla at me
Legendary, timeless
Just make sure when the story's told
It's told correctly (Gangsta Gri-zillz)