Trash Bag - Westside Gunn, 緑, 緑, Westside Gunn

Fuck

Grr

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Ayo

Ayo, the Glock in the Canada Goose

One shot, knocked the fuck nigga head loose (boom)

We the truth

Teaching down every weekend rules

Your neighbourhood drug lords, Patrick Moss

Meech with the 7 why I clapped the 4s

Started with a 8-ball, then graduated

Shootouts, a thousand shots, no exaggeration

I should’ve put a trash bag over the stick

I should’ve put the trash bag over the stick

Ayo, whip the coke like a maniac (whip)

Fieg, Mr. Max on the Yankee hat

Supreme war report, shoutout to CNN (salute)

Seein' is believin', you was sleepin' in

I was becomin' the legend by the second

I’m like Jesus, don’t ever second guess me (fuck 'em)

He tryna front like the trunk ain’t in the front (skr)

In Morton’s, eatin' filets all month

I’m gorgeous, why my waves on spun

Your pockets like a raisin in the sun

Mine’s like Creflo in his prime

I’m like Gretzky with two 9s

Boom boom boom boom boom

I should’ve put a trash bag over the stick (grr)

I should’ve put the trash bag over the stick

Boom boom boom boom

I’m tired of it

You know, what if I took this gun, right?

And blow your motherfuckin' brains out

Then you’d bleed, just like me, you lil snake

I don’t care about my life anymore, do you understand?

I don’t give a shit, I don’t care