Brossface Brippler

[Intro:Sample&Westside Gunn]
It doesnt stop for him
Walks on(Grr,ayo)
Cause he dont want you to know that you can walk on the water
Well,Ima tell you right know
Grr
[Verse 1:Westside Gunn]
Ayo,rocking Calabasas out in Calabasas
Tuck the Mac in,Off-White fatigue with the army patches
Allah save em,suede sweatsuit ,Palm Angels
Star spangled,Draco blew his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool,hoodies bool,sipping Veuve
My lil nigga dropped out the first day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote my celly,Louis slides
Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi,switch the bust to the gold Presi
Who that nigga usually shoulder laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas,plug loafers made of cobra
Handle rock like Villanova,gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for them TEC toter,get the Lex chauffeur,yo(skr)
I dare one of yall to step on the Wave runners
Plain summer,hit the West Coast,his brains in the luggage
Make you suffer but you love it(ah)
Make you suffer but you love it(boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking,chain tucking fore its took
You want a yard but you shook,my nigga went to trial and got cooked
He shouldve looked both ways,I got rich off of cocaine
Yours never came back,what a shame
[Verse 2 :Benny]
Yo,ay,look,my dogll slit your throat for a brick of coke
He walked in the credit union,then he slipped a note
A new Ferrari,ticket price,thats what my kitchen grossed
Illegal business,my scale off balance,and my blender broke
Griselda on another run,and thats major facts
And yall put guns in hands of niggas you know aint gonclap
I got the .38 on strap wearing Raiders black
We switch pistols, did missions,then we traded back
Born in the era,in the 80s when the smokers
Hit the corner and they cop with a baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs,thats what made me whip the soda
If I dont answer for the plug,thats gon make him miss his quota
Uh huh,its crazy,we came up from doing all this evil
Sold dope with so much cut that it clogged they needles
And being real,for this long,gon be hard to equal
This for the hustlers who got on and fed all they peoples
My niggas stand up,my Glock shoot straight
Crime do pay ,these Nike boxes not for shoe space
Yall got due dates,for one charge,did time in two states
I put pictures of my kids up applying toothpaste,uh
This gonbe a real heartbreaker,and I stand by it
Can flying,blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nigga,my whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases,blood on a long apron
[Verse 3:Busta Rhymes]
I cut coke like Im chopping beats,they call me Mr.Walt,bae
Master,the chef,Im cooking coke,they call me Salt Bae
Bitchesll bag my crack while I *** *em in a short stay
Niggasll brag bout flipping coke while I somersault the yay
'Your coke good but youse a worker'is what youre posted to say
At a hookah lounge with a waitress serving coke,now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth this evening,pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your bitch til she sleeping,so my bread,youll be foced to pay
Cocked,now Im letting off the K,developer,molding and shaping the predator
Better off the prey,despite how kneeling,they often pray
Its like Im still bagging crack with Fredrico
Blade accidentally split your finger,blood mixed up all in the perico
Bendito,sorry for all of you niggas that became victims
While we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even when Im in my street clothes
This mother****er distribute butter like Im spreading it on wheat toast
So much bread the money bag swell up,we getting it in each loaf
[Outro]
Because he dont want you to know that
you can walk on the water
Well,Ima tell you right now