Album Cover FlyGod Jr (feat. Doe Boy & DJ Drama)

FlyGod Jr (feat. Doe Boy & DJ Drama)

Westside Gunn

5

Uh-hm, a decade strong

You know when I first started DJ′ing

All I wanted to do was get my name on a flyerNow I'm flyer than ever

So who better to introduce the Flygod than me?

Cultural art at it′s finest

Welcome, to Hitler Wears Hermes 10

Oh yeah, DJ Drama! (Flygod)

Ayo, where you was at when I was sellin' those eights? (Ah)

Tesla two-seater, just me and the Drac'

Fiend said he comin′ right back, I said, great

Duffle bag got the Wardolf, Freddie May

Margiela see-throughs sleeves, you see the gauge (Boom-boom-boom)

Bought a new dick, cost three hundred, Plain Jane

Dutchie stoved ten but I just whipped fifty

Central Park out on Leroy in the Bentley (Skrrt)

Rest in peace Dip, you was on my left titty

Rest In peace Munch, I′m the king of my city (Dramatic, nigga)

Post got bodies on bodies (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

All my jewels on, I make a nigga wanna rob me (Ah)

Think shit sweet I had you niggas on a diet

Shooter sixteen, three-and-0 with the fire (Ah)

Nigga said he got the shits from me, he a liar (Ah)

Your bitch fuckin' with me overseas, she a (Gangsta Gri-zillz)

Got most off of cocaine (Cocaine)

Kicks two-thousands, shits don′t got no name (Ah, uh-uh)

Fiends at the house, it look like Soul Train (Soul Train)

Cherry Mulsanne, I got road rage (Skrrt)

Make sure it's filled then you unload it

You ain′t shootin' shit, now you can′t hold it

My nigga rock a blue, cous' stay rollin'

My boss wearin′ red, that nigga stay blowin′

That nigga on the run, nah, I don't know him (I don′t know him)

You don't know him but your hoe know him (Oh really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)

Hell of a run we havin′ huh?

This Gangster Grillz dough got me spending a lot of money on Hermes

Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe (Bizzy, hahahahaha, Doe Boy!)

(Oh really)

I don't like repeating myself, it′s only one time I'ma tell you

One thing for sure, them Glocks won't fail you, I keep the guns just like Griselda (Bow-bow-bow)

I got richer than my teachers but they said I′ll be a failure (Fools)

I make niggas′ mommas cry, guess I do not respect my elders (Oh, really)

Like YoungBoy finesse his draws, bitch you better knock off what he sell you

You better not come on this block, he up that chop', that hammer nail you

Tried to tell you, had to teach your ass a lesson

My boy a demon, God he don′t believe in, bitch he step on peasants (Bow-bow-bow)

We got Dracos, not no Smith & Wessons, bitch we really reckless

Got that 30 on my left hip, up it quicker than half a second

What we been through, bet the opps gon' be on point, who wanna bet it?

Said you was a killer, I heard him said it but I′m the type to come pull your credit

If I feel her, I'll go get her, I′m the the type to swipe my debit (Come here baby)

I be steppin', I'm not petty, I′m the type to ice her Patek

Ice her pedicure, drape her in Dior, we did that before

You just rap, ain′t really behind bars before except your metaphors (Oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)

Go (Bizzy)

That's ten times we put on a MasterClass for you now

Go, go, go (Bizzy) go

When you niggas gon′ realize?

Go, go, go (Bizzy) go

You can't do what we do!

Go, go, go (Bizzy) go (oh really, legendary!)