Westside Gunn - Stoves lyrics

You said you need a dollar for?
Give me a dollar and you gonna buy what?
What's he gonna buy? The crack
Okay, you said you gonna get you the what?
Crack you gon' have a good day, ain't it?
Yeah well alright
Well, give me a dollar
Hell nah, I'm broke as hell what?!

Ayo brrt
Ayo boom boom boom boom boom
Luxurious fly shit ayo

Can't sleep 'cause the fiends baking
Buck fifty left his cheek hanging
Yeah, I got the best dope on the strip
Hit his ass with the banana clip
I'm the god, you false prophets getting soft
Dropped the jar, watch the fishscale dissolve
So many ships sailed
Cooked him with the mask on
Pierre gloves 'cause it's raw
Uncle sniffing coke out a straw
"You ever gonna stop?" He said "naw"
Selling all these bricks, we gon' ball
I might jump in the crowd, can't vlog, naw
My young bitch ass fat
She got perfect titties
Everytime I fuck she say
"you tryna kill me?"
Hit his ass with the dummy, got 40 bands
Then shot up his block out Cory's van

This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money
This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money
This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money
This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money
This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money
This is for my niggas playing stoves
Getting money

So don't be bring home one
Of those Mickey Mouse watches
And trying to impress the world
They like jet airplanes wooh
They like long limousines
They like fine clothes
They like lovely ladies
And in Studio 54, we can go wooh
I told 'em all you're safe
(Yo, Green)