Broadway Joes - Westside Gunn

Ayo, don’t try me, the Cartiers came out in '90

Find me in the cocaine spot lookin' icy (Ah)

Connects know me on the first name basis

I’m lookin' tasteless, Chanel off the runway, you on the waiting list

Patience, hand-in-handin' on the avenue

The almighty, I had my lil' niggas clap at you (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom)

These niggas not impressive at all, I barely noticed them

Your bricks cheaper 'cause you put too much soda in 'em

They had me shackled all the way to CC in Youngstown

Fast forward, I got the Audemar, be bustdown

Your shit bored, I’m goin' on the fifth floor (Skrt)

Nigga found a vein in his thighs and started snortin'

Wake up every mornin', thank the Lord, thank the Lord

Fuck breakfast, get the soda in the mayo jar (In the mayo jar)

Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)

(It's fuck these niggas, Lord)

All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)

(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, I’m the fuckin' king of New York,

nigga, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom)

Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)

(Give a fuck about none of these niggas)

All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, rest in peace ChineGun Black,

brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Ayo, peace to all my lifers in courtrooms like Tyson (Ah)

Fightin', tryna get their time back, I hope they righteous

Niggas kiss the ring daily, my throne ain’t tampered

Four and a baby, I stashed the MAC by the Pampers

You know I’m brazy, Balmains with the head chopped

The rest’ll follow, nigga died from a leg shot

You know the routine, Ksubis with the shoe string

55'll get you two things, the K and Bruce Lee (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,

doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Fly shit ever on the loose leaf, the coupe flee

Chanel Cs on the two seats, they rather unique (Skrt)

Ain’t no flaws in me, yo, Versace drawers on me

Say it raw, seems the Pyrexes keep callin' me

The stove Mega Man, the bricks out in Never-Neverland (Ah)

Vera Wang high point jam, I flipped the caravan

Better learn Spanish if you want your bricks cheaper

Pop the trunk, came back with the street sweeper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)

All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)

(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)

All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,

doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Nothin' you can say can take me away from Flygod, Flygod

Nothin' you can do 'cause I’m stuck like glue to Flygod, Flygod

You best be believin' I won’t be deceivin' the Flygod, Flygod

Ayo, this is Westside Pootie, and y’all still broke

This is Griselda

Griselda