GUMBO YAYA Lyrics – Westside Gunn

Read the full GUMBO YAYA lyrics by Westside Gunn along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Westside Gunn’s music, you can also explore BOSWELL and ADAM PAGE, two other songs by Westside Gunn.

[Intro: Brother Tom Sos]
Woo (One two, one two, one two)
Woo (One two, one two, one two)
Uhh, uuh

[Verse1: Brother Tom Sos]
Listen
I ain’t nothing like these n!ggas, word to me
Consider this a courtesy
I’m catching bodies purposely
Twenty-five a murder spree
I arrive with urgency
I ain’t waste no time insurgently
I’m smoking on three letters, call it (??) look like (??)
I’m only craving peace of mind
I think it’s time I draw the line
Right through the s’s dollar signs
I’m shooting vultures out the sky
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Colorado I’m in my prime so Shadeur I’m sure it’s my time
I took the risk the stakes’s high
I put that on my De la Soul
Let go of what I can’t control
Can’t walk in these size fifteens I just thank God I broke the mold
I pledge allegiance to Grizelda, n!ggas think I sold my soul
I’m heaven sent
I walk with the Lord I can’t sell what I don’t own
Everything you see is, perfect timing and faith and patience
Stars align like Bape sneakers
Audibles like Josh Allen but I still got great defense
Brother ain’t see seventeen, could paint the town with great reason
Ace of spades to celebrate when we get word they ain’t breathing
Told my mama she can heal now
His brother signed a deal now
Was focused on the murders now
I’m focused on the mills now
I’m king of the hill now

[Chorus Brother Tom Sos]
I know n!ggas wish that they can do this s*it, woah
You can’t fu*k with the me I don’t care who you is, woah
You n!ggas show and tell I show and prove this s*it, woah
These n!ggas can’t fu*k with me don’t care who it is, woah
I know n!ggas wish that they can do this s*it, woah
You can’t fu*k with me I don’t care who you is, woah
You n!ggas show and tell I show and prove, woah
These n!ggas can’t fu*k with me don’t care whoo

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, what’s better than three ropes
Givenchy goggles flying down ski slopes
High as a dove, you know nobody above
I leave your body with slugs
I roll your body in a Murakami rug, I cried
Days when Clay died
My city a landmine
If you got a homie locked up
Hold your hands high (Free Kutter)
Nakamoto Vans skates watch who you handshake
Tec in the (??) you pu*sy and your man’s fake
I came home and got right to it
The face of Buffalo, I’m talking town
(??) up the true and murder music
We been lived it, been had it, automatic
Hit your head like Randy Savage
It’s fourth rope, more dope
Unload the whole clip in your torso
Moreso
Praise both my guns go both ways like Dej Loaf
Rocking some suede loafers

[Chorus: Brother Tom Sos]
I know n!ggas wish that they can do this s*it, woah
You can’t fu*k with the me I don’t care who you is, woah
You n!ggas show and tell I show and prove this s*it, woah
These n!ggas can’t fu*k with me don’t care who it is, woah
I know n!ggas wish that they can do this s*it, woah
You can’t fu*k with me I don’t care who you is, woah
You n!ggas show and tell I show and prove, woah
These n!ggas can’t fu*k with me don’t care whoo
[Outro: Eastside Flip]
When I (??) some back
Split a n!gga head off with chrome Gat
Payments on time
FNF what
You play with this issue real s*it
Sticks on your motherfu*king head
Beating down your bread
No lottery
Police enforcement
On the outside, you heard what I said?
We (??) on the 287 there’s two Mac-11s
My dawg wanna see me win I gotta be in heavy
I love my family that’s not only what I trust
The word from his mouth
Don’t speak, no what
Sensei huh (??)
Butterfly that come
Then I hit these n!ggas with the stuff
Overhang then I do the
Peek a pow, take a ten
Walking sticks on the sticks on the motherfu*king land
Get your ass through with the sticks in the hand
You thought I had (??) cause I had a cover on
Now I’m looking like the black with the (??)

*multiple gunshots being fired*