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Westside Gunn - Bautista Lyrics

Bautista Lyrics[Intro]
Ah

[Verse 1]
Ayo, let's hit an island, gave the MAC to the pilot
Steppin' on the coke SBs, 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 (Be your highness)
So many fake niggas, I can't tell the difference
Broad day, bullets back and forth like table tennis (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
My main shooter yayo sniffin'
Hundred thou' on his books, he lost weight in prison
He came home just to lay on niggas (Ah)
They fuckin' with us, how you figure, nigga?
Caught him comin' from the shower, had to rip him
Praise both or it's sacrilegious
Mathematicians, money machines broke
Fiends overdosin' over dishes
Don't owe us or get your mom smoked
Power drive them off the fourth rope, that nigga spine broke (Ah)
Lord learn your lessons
Bulletproof beneath the Heron Preston, airhole TECs (Brr)
Hoppin' out the bushes when you least expect it

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

[Verse 2]
Ayo, MAC interstellar (Brr), yay storms, I cooked the brick
Lagerfeld umbrella, my bagger got a nasal drip (Ah)
Hazel 6 picked me out the lineup 'cause I had the fish (Skrrt)
Package flip, peace to TF, that nigga active Crip
Got a grip, blew his brains out, now he back to licks (Brr, brr, brr)
Half the shit, pussy, that's why I keep the rubber grip (Ah)
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 (Match the wrap, parker)
Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol (Talkin' Pinesol)
Rockin' all this Johnny Dang, look like the lights off (Look like the lights off)
Double pack stuffed with Bics, match the wrap, parker (Ah)
Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)
Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol (Talkin' Pinesol)
Rockin' all this Johnny Dang, look like the lights off (Look like the lights off)

[Chorus]
Ayo, my nigga surfin' on the Wraith, shootin' out the roof (Brr)
Mister hit his baby moms, bullet hit her coupe (Boom, boom, boom)
Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
This nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out his tooth