Текст песни Westside Gunn - Big Ass Bracelet

Ayo, ayo
Brr, brr
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Three stripes on the Gucci, lyrics back to back, sixty-threes, we all had uzis (Skrrt)
Celine [?] over the face, lookin' spooky
If you ever bought a three for fifty, nigga, you knew me (Nigga, you knew me)
In the ghetto, AP strapped a coke out a supie (Whip)
Neck full of Veert pearls, lookin' all bougie
Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum"
Ma's was a base head could blame it on Reagan
What if I tell you drug dealer's God's favorite
Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (Uh-uh)
You ever left a tip so big you fuck the waitress (Woo)
I rocked my DOOM Dunks with red laces
I pray for my niggas with fed cases
Who that nigga in the big ass bracelet?
Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (Ah)
Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (Width)
Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving
Hermès seat look like the coupe was flyin' (Skrr)
On the counter never knew my life would turn this great
Drunk so much Chase I threw up my poppy seed
Anybody violate, I annihilate (Boom, boom, boom)
I switched the beam on the dick, you rockin' the time today
I could have fucked your bitch but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today)
Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (We gotta find the yay)
Jamaican tank top, Jean Paul Gaultier (Woo, brr)
And hoes on the TEC (Woo, brr)
Fuck nigga, I don't play (Brr)
Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?

They wire the money now, they used to wire the room (We was)
We was cuttin' dog food out designer balloons (Inshallah)
I was prayin' in the dirt one day I bloomed (Haha)
Become Hov in a metal mask I be Shawn DOOM (We die big)
We live enormous, you die Big or you die alone (Brr, ba! ba!)
Either way you die alone, my shooter Pat Mahomes (Brr)
My bullet thrower
I was courtside watching Syracuse play Villanova (Go)
I flew here straight from a vineyard in Sonoma (Brrr)
Talkin' coke in the rye weed growin' (Haha)
Bitch, I just had dinner across the room from Oprah
My young boy jumped out in Giuseppe cobras and there's snow dumpin' (Brrrr)
This shit is nothing
These pussy niggas bluffin' (Woo, God)
Every issue get aired out or cleared up (Yeah)
Channel prayer rug
My bitch said I ain't there enough
I rolled up twenty bands, put it in her hand, told her "Wear it up" (Told her put her bun up)
You need to praise God and fear us (You should)
Find the illest, we dope den
I end them niggas with two shakes of a gold pin
I wrote this in the kitchen over the stove while the dope was spinnin' (Woo)
They shot him through the door while he was openin' it (Brr)
Stove Jesus on the cross screamin' "No forgiveness" (No forgiveness)
No forgiveness
This is Louis loafer livin'
They said it's no way out (Haha)
But Puff backyard got the ocean in it
I just hope you can swim, nigga
Stove

It must be crack
Got me selling all my clothes
Spendin' all my dough
It must be crack
Got me knockin' at your window at 3 in the morning
Talkin' 'bout
They know I got 2 love
Man, get the fuck out there
Even when I'm
Cried when find my
Even when I'm, stop standing, hm
Cried tears in when living
Crack still be here, in loving crack