Lord - Westside Gunn

Yo yo yo yo

I remember them nights

Hoodied up, ratchets tucked, niggas knew what it was

Come through looking suspicious, you catching a slug

We won’t let you shoot first, that’s a dub

Clapped you just because

Mama, love her, have a fit if her son got hit

Lost his life in these streets, serving skaters out that navigator tryna get my

weight up

That bulldog barking if you try to play us

The wig shot made him raise up

The lord couldn’t have saved him, I just blazed him

Had to razor in my jaw just to cut the raw shit

My wrist flawless, my bitch flawless

She pissed off 'cause my other bitch panties was in the whip

When the coppers semi on us, then took her to Benihanas

Then broke the bitch something proper

I spent a few dollars, but it was worth it

Threw that dick in her cervix, the bitch squirted

All over my Versace sheets

All over my Versace sheets

That’s thousand dollar sheets bitch

Ayo, whippin'

Got stoves on the ceiling

Stoves on the Bape sweatsuit, coke dealing

My nigga’s PO kept calling, tryna piss him

Now he got another 5 years in the system

Got 3 kids, they don’t even know the nigga

Be in more shit, now you want to poke a nigga

Not one nigga put money on his books

Whip game crazy, niggas hit me just to cook

Everybody know me

I had to switch my number like Kobe

VVSs and the Rollie

You don’t wanna know the old me

Catch the family at the teeth

Dropped him on Filmore, I deal more

Griselda, I rob, steal, and kill for

Got these bitches on my heels, lord