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Westside Gunn – Bautista lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ayy, yo, let's hit an island, gave the MAC to the pilot
Stepping on the coke SB's, Nicky diamonds
You couldn't walk a mile in, put the barrel on his eyelid
You fuck niggas can't rhyme here, no timeshare
The new king of New York, I be your highness
So many fake niggas, I can't tell the difference
Broad day, bullets back and forth like table tennis
My main shooter yayo sniffing
Hundred thou' on his books, he lost weight in prison
He came home just to lay on niggas (Ah)
They fucking with us, how you figure, nigga?
Caught him coming from the shower, had to rip him
Praise both or it's sacrilegious
Mathematicians, money machines broke
Fiends overdosing over dishes
Don't owe us or get your mom smoked
Power drive them off the fourth rope, that nigga spine broke
Lord learn your lessons
Bulletproof beneath the hand, I press the air hole, TECs
Hopping out the bushes when you least expect it

[Chorus]
My nigga surfin' on the Wraith, shootin' out the roof
Mister hit his baby moms, pull her in the coupe
Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
Nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out your tooth

[Verse 2]
Ayy yo, MAC interstellar, a gauge storms and cooked the brick
Lackin', fill the umbrella in the back, it got an angel drip
Hazel 6 picked me out the lineup 'cause I had the fish
Package flip, peace to Tio, that nigga act a Crip, got a grip
Blew his brains out, now he back to licks, half the shit, pussy
That's why I keep the rubber grip
Undercover parker, who could fuck with this? Illustrious
Somebody hand me the plate, you're sniffin' dust and shit
Double pack stuffed with Bics, match the wrap, parker
Coupe 300, meet the bodybag, hustler
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol
Rocking all this giant candy like the lights off
Double pack stuffed with Bics, match the wrap, parker
Coupe 300, meet the bodybag, hustler
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol
Rocking all this giant candy like the lights off

[Chorus]
Ayy yo, my nigga surfin' on the Wraith, shootin' out the roof
Mister hit his baby moms, pull her in the coupe
Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
This nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out his tooth
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Songwriters: Alvin Lamar Worthy, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker
Bautista lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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