FLYGOD 2x Songtext
von Westside Gunn

Luxurious (grrt)
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (grrt)
(Griselda) ayo

I′ma take you back to the ski mask
Chanel, CO with my mail
I can never fail (ah)
I can read through you, I can tell you would tell (mm)
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 (ah)
This rap doin' a′ight, my dope house swell in Egypt
Readin′ coldly, cutter doin' well
I′m on the mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon
Boxes cost 500, I got my pants saggin' (mm)
If he had to drive 50 miles, he was head crackin′
Back when I popped the fitted, I had the less wagon (skrrt)

True story, I can get anything done
Runway Gucci jean suit, head in the ball
Santorini black, sand dick sucks in the sun
The top three and not three or two, but I'm the (one) Finetta loves

See me, I′m the model type (ah)
Balenciaga tour tee with the piranha bites
H-Rolls on ice
Hit you broad day (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fuck you and the police
Nigga our doors nice

Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
(Super 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