Westside Gunn - Super Kick Party lyrics

Say as soon as we're born, we are dying
(Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem)
Ayo, ayo

Who that bitch right there with the fatty?
How you in the hood with
Your jewels and no ratch-y? (Ah)
Anybody say that they ill, I surpass thee
We run the streets and jail, we some athletes
F6 elephant drum out the backseat (Brr)
Actually, make it a headshot, it's that deep
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pateks over the wheel
Hobo bags draggin' through Maxfield
You lack still, the Glock or the MAC wheel?
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Fur on the Marni slippers
Makin' a crack deal
Judge wanna send me up the hill like Jack
Jill (Ah)
Catch your life truly up
We dance with pants
Wipe bricks off with Louis scarfs
Mossberg in the old nugget
Lookin' like movie stars
My starter lineup got five shooting guards
You fuck niggas is moulinyans (Brr)
Pipe down, pikers
Pucci overalls look like scars on a lifer
(Ah) breakdancin' in the mess hall
Put the knives up (Ah)
Where CO Kennedy at? I might wife her
Hold hands on the rec yard
I'll be home soon
Came through, stretch 911 off the showroom
(Skrrt) soundin' like Chucky up in Sachs
I got dope moves
Wipin' bricks off the same stove
We cook soul food (Woo)
Rockin' all Maison, gracious
Beloved by the freebasers basing
You back in the hood
How your name in them statements? (Ah)
Dippidy doo dah, your brains on the pavement
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Nine in the shoebox, the Ronnie Fieg Asics
(Woo) bitches sendin' tongue emojis
Wanna taste it (Woo)
My double R got Tom Ford drapes (Woo)
Your man used to rock figaro chain and Movado
(Uh, huh)
Now it's Hublots, suntans from Cabo
Focus on new goals, squares in the Tahoe
We make it these three thousand miles
We be Ralo
Redbone bitch pussy fat, look like Latto
(Ah, woo) scores in a McQueen button-up
I look like Pablo (Ah)
West lane, Mike Amiri, thirty-four Flackos
I don't know who did the shit so I shot both
(Boom, boom, boom)

(Conductor, we have a problem)
(Damn, Conductor, where'd you find this?)