DON PISTOLA Lyrics by Westside Gunn
Turn me up
Ugh
It’s Berlin Butch
Lord have mercy on these niggas
Yo, agh
B [?] chain on, all capital letters
Rocks like the ones I was on the avenue sellin’
Your last tape, more cap than New Era, good luck
Your bitch in my face, tryna fuck a rapper who better
This the art of dope dealin’ where your fork like a paint brush
Ashes in the safe like C4 blew the safe up
Porsche 911, gave the whole New York brake dust
I was on my [?] from the porch givin’ wake ups
When I run into niggas they dead meat
Interior crime scene, mahogany red seats (Red seats)
It’s Butch, the shepherd, I lay it sheep
The waters that tread deep maneuver through fed sweeps
If you don’t wet it when you bury it, the cash spoils
I turned crabs into barrels to a crab broil
And I go everywhere with these jewels on me
The more [?] than a lil’ [?] party
The bet’s on the game, nigga, Griselda’s a four
I played the trap with the money slide well through the door (Ah)
With no remorse I left the game, I knew the streets need me
Life’s a bitch and she easy like Malik Beasley
Ayo, hold up, Mack off [?]
Nigga think he flyer then he smokin’ on dick
I had my face covered in [?] Loueve
Buckin’ [?] on the remote luggage, bucks it
This for my niggas doin’ fifty clips (Ah)
Talked to my lil’ man, he don’t see parole ’til he sixty-six (Free my niggas)
His eyes seen shit you couldn’t even fathom
My wrist just healed off shootin’ off the magnum (Boom)
He died and came back up all these New York [?]
Ran out of red [?], the fiends started panickin’
Fuck this rap shit, I’ma go a hand and hand again
Upstate, I dip set, and I ain’t talkin’ Cam and them
I [?] on the peace bridge, peace to Canada
Fiend hit pipe two times, lost his [?]
Your limbs left in places, duckin’ state cases
Out in the A, safe house on these paces
I done shook hands before I done seen faces
All worth two point somethin’ out in Vegas (Woo)
All worth one point somethin’ out in [?] (Woo)
Headshot, hit ’em close up [?]
Ayo, [?] all this Dior denim one leg at a time (Boom)
The Socrates would drop a twenty-eight, go get your shoes shined (Boom)
What you thought, you wasn’t gon’ see me? Triumph, I’m ODB
How you gon’ meet me? You boys ain’t even G-League, you D3
Trust me, it’ll really get ugly ‘fore you believe me
Raisin’ your face up, you’re the cheek meat
Easy, like I’m slicin’ a kiwi
They see me in the [?] truck, the color purple, call it Celie
Before the sun is down, stack the money pile, three feet (Ah)
Funny how they did that funny shit, oh, it ain’t funny now
I did another seven figure deal, that made my mother smile (What up, momma)
Niggas know they play with us, we gon’ gun ’em down
And I shot niggas before, and I’ll lay another down
When I’m writin’, you see lightnin’ strikin’, it’s thunder sounds
The sky open up like God comin’ down
Meetin’ at Wallace with my financial advisor
You said you for the culture but move like the colonizer (Haha)
I said what I said, bitch, I’m not an apologizer (Pussy)
I jumped out the Aston in a tux’ on some Bronx shit (Fly)
Niggas on these podcast shows spewin’ nonsense
Get back to rap, y’all creatin’ too much content
I am like if Common was criminal minded
When Con get in his bag, he a killer without a conscience
And I promise, these niggas better pay me homage or—
Hold up, nigga
Motherfuckers
