VEERT Lyrics – Westside Gunn

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Estee Nack]
Ayo
You ain’t never had to parallel park a Bugatti
5k, the YN catch a new body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
(??) opps, jumper on Bulgari
Ruth’s Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry (S*it)
Out in Paris, ate Caesars five days straight
No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains
French b!tch fu*k me ’cause my bracelet, didn’t know my name
Long way from 70 something, (??) (Brrt) (Gotti, ayo, shine!)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]

The dope was grey and it smelled like vinegar (Fu*k, coño)
Knew to cut it five or six times and it’s the carjack press cinema (Jack, jack, jack)
Slime-ass n!ggas is amphibious (Snakes)
Stick to the family, van, hit (??) (Brrt)
Instantaneous (Right away), six aliens (Nack), (??), yeah
Traps out the Latin boutique (Trap)
Mood swings, food for kings (We eating)
Death toll, walk in, Supreme echo (Fly)
Clothes retro, fashion expos, select hoes (Mami)
Church music (Sounds good), fallen angels, yeah
Half a million dollar Winnebago (Money)
Cops in plain clothes (Woo), Spain shows (We out), been to great lows (We in now)
Now the motion like Mayco (Moving)
Hundred-dollar tips in Turks and Caicos, yo (Whoa)
Queso, case closed, yeah, black Rolls (Nack)
Nack done chose the path of gold, the math done told
And that’s when you get it after you know, s*it’s the format (That’s the order)
Wipe your feet at my doormat (Word)
Trying to see where y’all is at (Where you at, son? Chk-chk, boom, boom)
Witch doctor (Magic), raps and cracks, I’m a philosopher
The Pyrex, I could be a part of (Hit my line)
Dancing salsa, out of state posture (Oye cómo va)
Colossal L, wine and steak, pasta
Drunk and high, looking like a pilot in a space saucer, vroom (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, we out)
Putting a bullet in the impostor (Toma)

Yeah, son (Headshot), the illest n!gga on the roster (Nack, cha)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
Ayo
You ain’t never had to parallel park a Bugatti
5k, the YN catch a new body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
(??) opps, jumper on Bulgari
Ruth’s Chris cup, mix codeine with the Starry
Out in Paris, ate Caesars five days straight
No reservation, all I had to do was rock my chains
French b!tch fu*k me ’cause my bracelet, didn’t know my name
Long way from 70 something, (??) (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
They said the streets miss you, game miss you, kitchen miss you
Bricks miss you, plug miss you, fans miss you, fiends miss you
I’m back, n!gga, I’m back
My wrist rested up, I’ma make it jump back
Shooters hanging out the Rolls Royce, n!gga, I’m back
Got my wrist rested up, I’ma make it jump back
Shooters hanging out the Rolls Royce (Brrt), n!gga, I’m back
Got my wrist rested up, I’ma make it jump back
Uh, uh, I’m back, n!gga (Woo), I’m back
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, they think they this
Them n!ggas better stop (Them n!ggas better stop)
You can’t compare one bird to a pet shop (You can’t)
You can’t compare one perc to a fentanyl spot (You really can’t)
Just took my twins to Disney
On the way in, sold a brick outside of Epcot
They like, “Stove, you ain’t cooked in forever, I know you rusty”
I’m like, “I been had my tetanus shot” (B!tch, stop playing with me)
And I got the TEC in the drop (Brrt, bop, bop)
B!tch, I been feet to floor like Fred and Bedrock
Fourth Rope coc*ine champion
You can’t wrestle with God (I got the belt)
The Virgil rug say “Rug”
The plug name in my phone say “Plug” (Plug, n****, in my phone say “Plug”)
Horses on Sunset with Tremaine and slime
Rocking the Denim Tear Uggs (Haha)
Tracy McGrady, cook on one crooked eye
I’m the one (I’m the one), I’m the one, b!tch, I’m me
And the album done
Stove (Haha)

[Outro]
Y’all b!tch ass n!ggas wanna talk that gunplay s*it
Y’all n!ggas never will, s*it
Y’all n!ggas is pu*sy, ass, hoes, lames (Griselda)
L.O.E, n!gga, Broadway, gang, stand up
N!gga, we cripping, we cracking, we blooded up
N!gga, we everything
Y’all n!ggas been b!tch
I’ma tell you one more time, I put this on my grandmama
You take my name, you call me dad
Reverend Daddy motherfu*king Allison
Slow fu*k-ass n!ggas, you n!ggas ain’t get no money
I been doing my thug thizzle
I been doing this s*it
And that’s the last time I tell y’all n!ggas
I’m a gangster for real
Just came back from howling at Pappy Mason
Supreme Team, n!gga
Free that mob boss n!gga Hook
Holla at my n!gga Chubbs
Holla at that n!gga Sandman Lacosta
N!gga, we cripping for real
We out here gang-banging, slanging and doing all type of s*it
Crip, blood, Latin King, Nieta
Dosieta, Ventecieta
N!gga, we doing our thing
N!gga, moro de sobra, tiela como rotera
Brozo yo como Rovaniello, comi la suco, yeh
Bozo tiela abroto, yo lo bra que ni lo to’o samja
Broto yo sobra, que ni lo to’o yo bra tisanda
Me coming mi clasa, tryna fu*k with the realest
African Dandara
You n!ggas’ll get killed
We murder for fun, you pu*sy-ass n!ggas
But guess what, it’s just a joke
Holla at me later