FLYGOD 2x - Westside Gunn

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