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Westside Gunn - Boswell Lyrics

[Intro: Estee Nack]
Yeah, baby
Uh, yeah, uh (Yeah, son)
You won't get nip on a plum for me (No)
You wanna bah-bah, you get shunned for free (Baow)
Palomo (Son), conmigo no (Toma)
I been tellin' y'all motherfuckers, man (I been, I been, for real)
Niggas been tellin' y'all motherfuckers, man, but y'all don't wanna be a witness, man (We wasn't lyin')
Y'all infidels (Uh-huh)
And I'm the greatest (And I'm the greatest, son)
(Woo)
Uh-huh, ayo (Check)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
360 vision, eyes mocha (I'm watchin')
Sammy Sosa, make it lightskin, add the mix and refine coca (Get it?)
Design sculptures (Building)
Acetone, Nicaragua, nine smoker (Smoke)
Rhyme dope-ia (Uh-huh)
Super Saiyan, timе ultra (Doo-doo-doo)
Sprint across the finish, I'll be closer
Dеath squad, a Fiat aligned with soldiers, yo
Crack mami chocha (Mami)
Critical, crack his composure, 'nother headshot just for closure
Finito, this over
No bulto, quick to drop a bitch like a Civic (She's outta here)
Hatchback, fuck around, you get laughed at
NASDAQ numbers, and I been hustlin' fast track (Movie)
You ass-backwards for thinkin' you get half that
My man got a 'Tega, like 50K in his backpack (Brr)
Let 'em build
Mello Yello, them blueberry pills (Oh, yeah)
Ain't no attitude, I be very chill (I'm coolin')
But still throw your baby mother off a Ferris wheel (Yoom)
Forty-five steel, better still (Yeah)
Shit go down, fuck it, it's heaven will
Drug game, bust a 7-Eleven drill
Beggin' and stealin' shit might get him killed (Word)
Enemies headed for the hills
They takin' L's like Benadryl, son
[Interlude: Estee Nack]
For real, son
You can't fuck with the gods
Toma
This shit for you, uh-huh
For real, though
Toma, Nack-Nack
(Super Flygod)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my Sauconys glowin', fiends coppin' and goin' (Ah)
Baggin' in a Louis ski suit like it's snowin' (Mm)
Nigga took a sniff, ripped his shirt like he Hogan (Sniff)
Cells popped, a six-inch for three, he was poked up (Ah)
Blew a kiss at the CEO like I'm Gold Dust (Woo)
Always us, I don't even know what he thrown up (Mm)
Coughin' up blood, meet the legend of Big Dump (Ah)
Greg Lauren gloves mismatched with a big drum (Boom, boom, boom)
Havin' powwows, each one gon' teach one (Ah)
I don't know Spanish, but for work, I'ma speak some (Woo)
Devil tryna change God plan, tryna tweak somethin' (Woo)
I was on the grind, same Sacai for a week-plus (Mm)
I was on the grind, Cavalli mask and a G pump (Ah)
Ocean 44 in Scottsdale tryna eat lunch
'25 Ferrari truck, jumpin' from speed bumps (Skrrt)
Ever since Pray for Paris, niggas can't keep up (Uh-uh)
Nigga dropped a brick on the floor, had to sweep up (Woo)
Murakami LV case for my teacup, woah (Woo)
[Interlude: Stove God Cooks]
Uh, uh
Uh

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
See no evil, third eye covered, but I hear 'em call me (Ah)
Wicked ways for the cash, still the demons haunt me (They do)
Steven Victor off his laugh and with a kilo on me
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be cookin' in your bitch apartment (I swear)
You think she raw, we still treat her like she stepped on
You know the cocaine lexicon is extra long (They can't fuck with me)
They throwin' rocks at the sky, I hear they got a lot to say (Pussy)
But it's quiet when I pull up, I'm the Tesla guy (Brr)
We dyin' to crash out, the airbags Louis Vuitton (Haha)
Before I landed, boy, that shit wasn't doin' the job (That shit wasn't)
You know that scorpion put air in the tires (We did), you couldn't open the locks
We brought the money, power, the mm—
You know the key to life, I still have Adidas nights
Where I can't let the yay go, you know, I still end up deep in white (I do)
My mama told me not to touch the stove, she was right (Sorry, mama)
Thousand-gram wizard, glass pot blizzard (Woo)
Marni Bigfoot on the pedal, speed the Benz up (Woo)
So much blow in these coke wings, shit lift me up (Go)
Yeah, them broke niggas envy us
Keep 'em over there, shit, I just had to linger (Woo)
These niggas wanna be me bad (Yeah)
Talk like me, walk like me (Woo), cook like me, look like me, braids like me (I swear)
Coke-white yacht through the foggy water, waves like me (Haha)
I don't even need the boat, hop out and walk on the water
My plug stuck at the border (Damn), how I'm supposed to get the order?
10K for the court seats and I only stayed for a quarter
[Outro: Stove God Cooks]
I had shit to do
Stove