Songtexte The Revenge of Flips Leg - Westside Gunn , Rome Streetz

Con-conductor

Aimin' fire at your favorite (bow-bow)
Bum-ass niggas is fugazi, I spit in all of they faces
Flagarant, was pushin' percoects on the pavement
Now we in Paris posin' in Prada like it's the Vogue pages (conductor, uh-huh)
All praise is due, I teach you niggas like I'm Noble Drew
We global, you not even close to notable (you niggas trash)
We eatin' nobu, blows C-notes, paid for quotables
Take notice, I'm a star, like the logo on golden goose
I'm allergic to broke, my only focus is foldin' loot
Got my funds, doin' fraud, had boulders for your noses too

Bowls from Oakland but fuck the hoes from the ocean views
They want the likes more than the loot, livin' life confused
A fallen angle that God blessed
In a fast foreign car, keep a firearm in the armrest
Foreign broads flirtin' with the guard, they want sex (uh-huh)
But lately, I'm these hoes heartthrob and they conquest
Dusty ass dollar store niggas no contest (whatever)
Mixed Denim Tears with Dior's, a calm flex
Hold the devil's heart in my palm and take his horns next
Pose with my foot on his neck, motherfucker

Glory to the king
Glory to the king
He has been good, He's so good
Glory to the king

Ayo, stuffed in my dope spot, Lord
I had the door swinging, broom sweeping up residue
I seen Bruce fiendin', said he needed three more dollars
I told him, boom, keep it (conductor)
Sherell shot a nigga ass, he jumped out screamin'
Landed on the third floor eatin' tai, rockin' furs
Shit gettin' dry, I use my passports to get them birds
Hear me out, we break 'em all down, go to Jackson
Plus Sherell go to Jackson state, we could tax 'em
Went to Hong, come and rob some niggas for some furniture (ah)

Fifty-yard line max small with the muggler
Ski mask hell would look short, put it on the scale
Three more stops on Greyhound with dark-skin Jerel
Prada jellies, Celine Bag, Coke Makaveli
Hit the stove straight to plate
Make sure the tops Kelly jump off for two months
No vacancy, money prompts you holding two pumps
See he got two trunks (skrrt)
Last night I had a dream, sly was out the feds
And Flip hit the lotto and bought a new leg

Glory to the king
Glory to the king
He has been good, He's so good
Glory to the king

Shouldn't be on the phone anyway
You should be practicing on your art