Derrick Bolema Lyrics – Westside Gunn
We don’t give a fuck
Ayo
Turn the fuck up, yeah (Yeah)
Ayo, told the fiends, it’s dryin’, just hang tight (Just hang tight)
Boy flow the tray through and the ten on ten save mine
I still put you twenty-one (Still put you twenty-one)
How you know it’s the twenty-one, dawg?
‘Cause Rolls Royce changed it’s headlights
You know how dope it is, you niggas could imagine (Ah)
Your favorite nigga, favorite nigga, you can ask him
Skipped the Grammys two years straight, that’s why I’m trashin’ (Yeah)
Back to back Wraiths, never break this Wiz brackin’ (Skrrt)
Ten two-hunnid to the plug, what’s love?
Pour twenty, died twenty on the front coupe, criss cross
Got the trunk in the front
Nigga had a point, pet him in his ‘stache (Boom)
Whole leg fell off
And whipped the longe, had to get the five-eighty tenant
My abysses, we got drug dealers and it bottom up a nine sentence
Coke smellin’ up the whole loft (Ah)
I rack a Cold War, fours in the clock, we had well-cour (Woo)
One-Four-Eighty-One-Zero-Five-Five, shoot up the whole lot (Brr)
Left his brains in goyaw (Brr)
Ayo, rest in peace Virgil, rest in peace Dolph
Come to Daliture, rest in peace your moms
I’m on the graveyard shift, crackin’ my joy
Had visions, Casa Blanco, my suke addictions
Double-lefts to post on my bridges, the illest nigga (Yeah)
I lost my witness, forgive the sinners, wash my pain away with Juet
But steak forty-eight dinners, tryna wake the eight figures (Ah)
I hate niggas
Ah, I went Bobby on the digital
I got the W, I got a rental four
How many bricks? Fourty-four like Derrick Coleman with the Sixers
Who sick as us? Who sick as Stove?
Stockton with the pick and roll
My young boy hop out shootin’, do you niggas wrong (Yeah)
Rick James with the powder, kilo wrappers on the counter
Fuck what they pay, I don’t really care about they numbers
What you gon’ charge us if I buy like a thousand of ’em?
Two tone Bentley continental
Is you really the plug or you the middle?
He blew trial, he was prayin’ for acquittal
The ear to the stove, I’m the prince, I’m the symbol
Take that other door off if we gon’ fit ’em all
Is it fire or is it fentanyl? (Yeah)
He say, “It don’t matter, long as we get it off”
And when they overdose, it make ’em get it more
But don’t say nothin’, we got the whole thing jumpin’
Mama loved me, the block fed me
Wrist deep in the pot, I cook lefty
Come test me, come test me
I got the million dollar recipe, come test me (Yeah)
Come test me
I got everything we payed for and an extra key
Come test me
So much water whipped, I bought a jetski
Come test me
Mama loved me, the block fed me
Wrist deep in the pot, I cook lefty
