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Westside Gunn - Ray Lewis Lyrics

Ray Lewis Lyrics[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
All my handguns hold thirty
Shootin' out the Bimmer i8, did him dirty
Mixin' Dom Perignon with Ace when I'm thirsty
Got expensive taste, gorilla heads on the jersey, that's BAPE
Gettin' bricks for way cheaper, no middleman
Gatling on the G5 Wagen, barrel spinnin' like a ceiling fan (Grrt)
If life is cards, I want the dealer's hands
I'm used to dealin' grams, wrappin' bricks, Vaseline on the Saran
You couldn't understand unless you took the stand
In these low-top Raf's, nigga, you trash
We're from the have-nots
My man killed my man for cash, still got his blood on the bag
Kick your door for a foreign, 4 in the mornin', catch you snorin'
Wave the four at everybody that's important
My youngin started snortin', you know what that mean
Thirty bodies in thirty days, we had to earn our name
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look
We like Magic and Kareem (Uh-huh)
Bust the brick out the plastic and set it on the beam
Flygod ski mask, my jacket was Supreme
I said fuck your favorite rapper, that's exactly what I mean, pussy
My lil' head buster strap was in his jeans
Snort a fifty and get to whackin' everything if I green-light it
Homie, ain't nothin' 'bout me make believe (Nah)
Two .380 ACPs in the APCs ('Kay)
Nobody fuckin' with me and West
Don C Mets, Play Cloth tee, misplaced checks (Woo)
I'm Peyton Manning with a minute left
My woe got a dub, he said he ain't get life, so he feelin' blessed (I feel you, nigga)
I've been a threat, watch these fuck niggas scurry off (Huh?)
Shootin' like Klay Thompson when Curry off (Brrt)
Nigga, go 'head and play stupid, the K's shootin' ('Kay)
Knock your fuckin' helmet off like Ray Lewis
Yeah