Letra Jesus Crack - Westside Gunn

Jesus Crack

Please don’t harm this brother 'cause we love him
Yeah, now daily
It’s a daily thing
It’s how we swing, yeah
Give me the crown, I’m named king, y’all
Griselda
Yo
Rocket pack Nack damage is ambidex-
Aerial attack amateur’s asking questions (Que paso)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back, bandages (Piss you off)
Back hand slap a nigga five finger sandwiches
Split your cap in the suede niggas had crack managers (Crack)
Slang bangin' be like a throat full of cameras, yo (Clip, clip, clip)
Direction on the phone, can’t handle the switch, code lingo (Slang crazy)
Countin' the profit so when we broke Domingo hoes will mingle
Niggas bitches come in the Rolls like Bengal, make your toes Jangle
She just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper (Word)
My Dominican plug lookin' at me like he gon' sing with choppers
Swing the vodka, bring the Wiz doctor (Adlibs)
Countin' up the profits so we can split proper (Uh-huh)
Put the brick, fuck the kick-box shit, y’all out the movements (What?)
I always be in the quarters to the mathematic lost principles
I’m makin' two outta one, decide, damn, look at y’all
You niggas talk loud in your interviews
Recordin' giant squid tentacles (Uh-huh)
Fuck the talkin', I’m out here makin' some chemicals, yo
(You know what I mean?)
(That's how we do it, we official, my nigga)
Yeah, seven-five just kicked, make about a thousand (Sheesh)
Ayo, seven fives just kicked, make about a cutler base like Prada (Uh-huh)
Rockin' shit, blast for a bass, made four shakes when you chase haters
Calm when you’re out of touch spliff science
Shit, every bomb I drop, it just stay atomic (Boom)
Surviving later, be honest
You niggas better pray to Muhammad, play the game honest (Watch yourself)
Harmless niggas seen me in the promises
Since elite could tell that the predator found his target
Shoot him while he makin' Salah (Kill 'em)
Lay the eighty-five into your head, damn, the car (Blaow)
Niggas snitching to bring you down on charges (Damn)
Walk around, limits is now mantras
Who made out the sharp, fade, dark winged up
Moneyed not thin park the Benz (Skrrt)
Ballin' with minimal top space, you wasn’t with us
Bust shots 'til the gym plenty options (I got it)
Ten shots for the next God, I slim a God
God with the anthemic blickys, bombardo it (Boom)
I take you niggas out just like garbage men (Fuck outta here)
You hear the deep ain’t ready to fall and swim
Ten shots hit your Charlton in (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Or the pennant picks you beggin' to bark in, yo (Woah)
Fuck outta here, nigga (Fuck outta here)
Yeah, seven-five just kicked, make about a thousand (Woah)
Yeah, seven fives just kicked, make about a thousand (Sheesh)
(Ayo, ayo)
Ayo, Wraith gettin' dusty (Skrrt)
Don’t nobody love me like my kids and my junkies
Some niggas live, some niggas wasn’t lucky (Uh-uh)
Same Michael VLone rips in my dunkeys
Model bitches wanna fuck me (Woo)
Rub my feet, chef me Wagyu
Japanese dinner, while I left, she stay a-boot
Sweetest taboo, head shot, face ragu (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You ain’t ever got Givenchy sent from Matthew, you lackin' (Ah)
Where was Bondo gloves when the MAC-10? (Brr)
Switches on the strap, inshallah, this work come back (Will)
And if we do, we back
My man feed a white boy, long hair, blue eyes
We call him Jesus Crack
Hallelujah, (Hallelujah, yeah), bullets through you (Bullets through you)
We cleared the plate, turned into Luger (Ah)
Tesla Jeep, playin' Grand Puba (Skrrt)
As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants
But she’ll spend your papes and she’ll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an 'ep, you’d better wear a prophylactic
'Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one, you’ll end up in a casket (Slow down)
For God, so love the world, he gave us dope (Gave us dope)
For God, so love the world, he gave us cocaine (Gave us cocaine)
Dope man (Dope man), dope man (Dope)
Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash
Dope man (Dope), they screamin' dope man (Ah)
For God, so love the world, you gave us cocaine
Water whip a drain, take communion on the stove, remember me (Remember me)
It’s off his Bentley ceased, I signed my name in cursive on the key (Haha)
I got to work for cheap, ran through it, Herschel Walker speed
He hit the glasses hard, almost burst into pieces (Woo)
I feel like Jesus leavin' me, Ms., the Balenciaga’s blood burgundy
Just get the birds to me, these kilos got us lit
We went electric, stamp my blocks with the Tesla T (Stamp my)
What’s action to me, when they shoot the driver’s side
And you die crawlin' out the passenger seat (Brr, bah, bah, bah)
That boy elite, eyes closed, trap in my sleep (Woo)
I brush my teeth with Ace of Spades, I spit champagne in the sink (Hahaha)
Diamond every link, courtesy of Slime, courtesy of Johnny Dang (Johnny Dang)
Tell them niggas prayin' with my name, I said they pussy (Nigga, you pussy)
Look where my rookie season took me, seven bricks to book me
I went Mookie, play lock, picked up ten birds in Atlanta
Magic with the arm and hammer, I got PTSD from the fed cameras (I knew)
Playin' Fred Hammond in the Lambo' (Haha)
I be everywhere you can’t go
You don’t love Michelle, bitch, stand on it
For God, so love the world, he gave us dope (Gave us dope)
For God, so love the world, he gave us cocaine (Gave us cocaine)
Dope man (Dope man), dope man (Dope)
Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash
Dope man (Dope), they screamin' dope man (Ah)
For God, so love the world, you gave us cocaine
Yeah, I can freestyle for y’all
Y’all ready, y’all ready?
You ready, first time ever
Right now, tell me, what’s up?
Huh?
On occasions, on occasions, I be blazin'
Hell fuckin' raisin', you know this paper
Never I be chasin', paper fuckin' chase us
Chasin' all this paper
Black bull with a black, got them shotty
Big bull with a homicide body
Thug nigga with a gentleman’s swag
Mentality, I gotta get a bag
A bag, a bag, a bag like that
Thirty on my hip, thirty with the damn MAC
Talk about them guns that a little nigga had
That Deuce Deuce, dawg, man, that be my fuckin' dad
Hell, no, low-key got the dough
Key to my heart, period, with the .44
I keep bein' my nigga, man, that nigga really real
Fuck what you heard, dawg, we bustin' off the steel
MAC-90 with the blue beam, dawg, I’m thuggin'
Baby girl, man, I really like you love it
Baby mama, man, she sad, up and trippin'
Homicide, bitch nigga, I’m the witness