Letra FLYGOD 2x - Westside Gunn

FLYGOD 2x

I’ma take you back to the ski mask, Chanel
with my mail
I can never fail
I can read through you, I can tell that you would tell
You ain’t never ate Ruth Chris in the cell (Uh-uh)
Everything grail, you movin' at the pace of a snail
Supreme Blientele, 'cause my cocaine pale
This rap doin' aight, my dope powers well
With each
I’m on the mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon
I got my pant’s saggin'
If he had to drive fifty miles, he was head crackin'
Back when I popped the
less wagon
True story, I can get anything done
Runway Gucci jean suit, head in the ball
Sanda Randi Black sandals socks in the sun under top three
And not three or two (One), but I’m the Fenetta loves
See me, I’m the model type (Ah)
Balenciaga tour tee with the pirana bites
H-Rolls on ice
Hit you broad day (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fuck you and your private price
Nigga our doors nice
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Flygod
To-to JAY-Z, to André, to Westside Gunn
For-for makin' me just wanna rap again
I fuckin' love it, I love rap, it changed niggas lives