A$AP Rocky, Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Shootouts In Soho lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky, Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Shootouts In Soho lyrics]
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin'
For three days straight
Fiends locked up for four houses, damn
No shake what the fuck is that Celine
On your face? No case
Drug deals, Yeezy moon boots
Lookin' like space jean Paul Gaultier
See through Jamaican tanktop
Hopped out the two-tone lord
Made the bank stop
Love is with no strings, please
Doubt me if you need five or better, baby
Not in a Brianna sweater
The triple beam love us (Ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem and he loved it (Ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem like a trumpet
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
He fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder
(Woo)
Ayo, who rockin' thе road from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you bettеr blow
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He might got it, you never know
Style blow, out a linger gown
Chop his fingers down, you broke (Ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drip a lil' drugs just
To get a lil' buzz growin' up
I had to struggle to
Know what comfortable was (yeah)
I might've fucked a few girls just
To get 'em to love in my day
You learned the hard way what gullible was
I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world
(Uh) , it's no wonder we thugs
MMP, bottle empty
(Bah) I got means, I got plenty (Bah)
I got lean on my kidneys
I wear jeans that don't fit me (Damn)
I feel free as my willie
Pockets fat as a whale
See as a kid they tried to scare me
Like them reefers was gon' kill me (Grim)
Who else you know got smoke
Like a chimney? Chimney smokin'
Ain't no hit, take your chains off
You're already chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic
Fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box
Chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole, bought a big coat
(Grrah)
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for
And more (Bitch)
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (Ho')
Gemstones and a red Pelle like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it
On my dresser box, where it's locked
Roll up in some dead stocks, dress socks
Wearin' crocs
Dressed in fox, bearin' thots
Steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin'
Like a pair of docks, check it, now
Chains like I'm Mr t, chains like I'm Mr t
Change like I'm Mr t
Said chains like I'm Mr t
Chains like I'm Mr t (Skrrt, ah)
Change like I'm Mr t
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I can't answer the phone right now
I'm cookin' dope
I can't talk to you right now, bitch
I'm cookin' dope
Thirty-six O's in a kilo, you know
Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know
I can't talk to you right
Now, baby, I'm cookin' dope, ah
Second floor apartment
Seventeen with the burners on high
Get your hands high
Got it for the low but the drought price high
Off White clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
My bitch like
"Is it Ablo or Abloh?" I don't know
I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats
I know lighter flames under bent spoons
Black smoke
Backstroke through the blood money
And the crack smoke can't breathe
Cryin' then them tears look like
Snowflakes on the jeans
That's perfect for me 'cause I
Bring snow to every season (Woo)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Once the Feds come
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Once the money gone
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Ha, Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it
High out his mind, cooked a whole brick
Ayo, my chef been whippin'
For three days straight
Fiends locked up for four houses, damn
No shake what the fuck is that Celine
On your face? No case
Drug deals, Yeezy moon boots
Lookin' like space jean Paul Gaultier
See through Jamaican tanktop
Hopped out the two-tone lord
Made the bank stop
Love is with no strings, please
Doubt me if you need five or better, baby
Not in a Brianna sweater
The triple beam love us (Ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem and he loved it (Ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem like a trumpet
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
He fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder
(Woo)
Ayo, who rockin' thе road from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you bettеr blow
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He might got it, you never know
Style blow, out a linger gown
Chop his fingers down, you broke (Ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drip a lil' drugs just
To get a lil' buzz growin' up
I had to struggle to
Know what comfortable was (yeah)
I might've fucked a few girls just
To get 'em to love in my day
You learned the hard way what gullible was
I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world
(Uh) , it's no wonder we thugs
MMP, bottle empty
(Bah) I got means, I got plenty (Bah)
I got lean on my kidneys
I wear jeans that don't fit me (Damn)
I feel free as my willie
Pockets fat as a whale
See as a kid they tried to scare me
Like them reefers was gon' kill me (Grim)
Who else you know got smoke
Like a chimney? Chimney smokin'
Ain't no hit, take your chains off
You're already chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic
Fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box
Chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole, bought a big coat
(Grrah)
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for
And more (Bitch)
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (Ho')
Gemstones and a red Pelle like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it
On my dresser box, where it's locked
Roll up in some dead stocks, dress socks
Wearin' crocs
Dressed in fox, bearin' thots
Steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin'
Like a pair of docks, check it, now
Chains like I'm Mr t, chains like I'm Mr t
Change like I'm Mr t
Said chains like I'm Mr t
Chains like I'm Mr t (Skrrt, ah)
Change like I'm Mr t
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I can't answer the phone right now
I'm cookin' dope
I can't talk to you right now, bitch
I'm cookin' dope
Thirty-six O's in a kilo, you know
Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know
I can't talk to you right
Now, baby, I'm cookin' dope, ah
Second floor apartment
Seventeen with the burners on high
Get your hands high
Got it for the low but the drought price high
Off White clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
My bitch like
"Is it Ablo or Abloh?" I don't know
I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats
I know lighter flames under bent spoons
Black smoke
Backstroke through the blood money
And the crack smoke can't breathe
Cryin' then them tears look like
Snowflakes on the jeans
That's perfect for me 'cause I
Bring snow to every season (Woo)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Once the Feds come
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Once the money gone
They don't love you no more
(They don't love you no more)
Ha, Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it
High out his mind, cooked a whole brick