Lyrics Thousand Shot Mac - Westside Gunn
Yeah,
uh-huh
Yo,
yeah,
uh
Flossin'
up
at
Harry
Rosen
I
stacked
fifty
last
week,
I'm
'bout
to
spend
a
portion
Never
divorcin'
with
this
life
so
I'ma
die
in
gold
I
abide
the
code
Meanwhile,
your
cats
divide,
fold,
told
and
got
paroled
I
ain't
callin'
you
out,
just
cross
the
street
where
you
see
me
Change
the
channel
'fore
I
smack
you
through
the
TV
From
half
a
gram
to
a
hand-to-hand
for
a
half
a
gram
Now
it's
trenchcoats
imported
from
Japan
and
Amsterdam
I
have
to
plan
to
keep
it
goin',
life
is
like
an
escalator
You're
counterfeit
and
I'm
the
marker
used
to
test
the
paper
We
both
in
the
buildin',
I'm
on
a
higher
floor
The
bitches
that
y'all
niggas
wife
I
use
to
test
the
raw
Analyze
my
resume
before
you
test
the
water
Don't
make
me
have
to
fly
in
shooters
from
across
the
border
Eatin'
celery
root
and
pear
bisque
with
some
rare
fish
Uh,
I
no
longer
have
to
risk
it
Chillin'
in
the
bodega
like
I'm
a
mystic
Ayo,
you
ain't
never
met
a
nigga
like
me
in
your
life
C-Os
popped
the
lock
I'm
on
the
yard
with
the
knife
Money
on
ya
head,
what's
the
price?
What's
the
price?
Cooked
the
whole
brick,
kitchen
ain't
had
no
light
We
up
at
one,
though,
with
the
pipe
on
(Pipe
on)
Tom
Ford
Balmain
is
python
(Python)
A
Chi-Town
shooter,
he
a
Vice
Lord
Why
God
had
to
make
me
so
nice
for?
I'm
at
the
Luxor,
the
coke
on
the
cut
board
Baking
soda,
what
the
fuck
for?
The
rice
with
the
duck
sauce
Gunshots'll
drop
his
lunch
off
He
ain't
dead
yet?
Had
to
blow
his
head
the
fuck
off
I'm
in
the
mess
hall
Thursday
eatin'
chicken
with
the
drug
lords
Wholesale,
oh
well
I
know
they
fresh
off
I
just
seen
the
boat
sail
Buggati
coattail
My
first
gone
three
weeks
with
no
shells
Been
shootin'
ever
since,
you
know
me
well,
you
know
me
well
I
had
a
brown-skin
girl,
same
color
as
my
Dutch
She
said,
"Holie,
go
drag
your
nuts"
She
queef
melodically,
in
Greek
mythology
Nike
is
the
goddess
of
victory
and
that
lit
to
me
(We
lit)
The
weed
has
a
litany,
the
side
effects,
they
get
to
me
That
shit
ain't
shit
to
me
I
get
higher
than
a
war
drone
in
a
war
zone
I
should
win
awards,
bro,
and
go
on
tour,
ho
My
niggas
on
the
west
side
got
they
guns
And
Mey
came
through
with
a
box
of
ones
That's
a
day
trip
to
Vegas,
we
stay
lit,
hit
wages
The
day
is
outrageous,
I'm
pullin'
twelve
gauges
Niggas
in
yo'
bushes,
they
waitin'
to
let
the
K
smoke
The
shooter
had
to
sniff
a
fifty
just
so
he
could
stay
woke
You
niggas
ain't
got
no
ambition
so
y'all
gon'
stay
broke
Why
you
think
I'm
in
this
trap
kitchen
tryna
weigh
coke?
Shit,
it's
either
that
or
I
slip
the
teller
a
bank
note
My
dog
just
came
home,
he
on
parole
so
he
can't
smoke
Like
Bishop
in
Juice,
three
fifty-seven
by
the
ankle
Nigga
get
outta
pocket
I'm
sendin'
God
back
a
angel
I
used
to
get
the
boy
from
a
Spanish
nigga,
Pedro
I'm
self-made,
I
ain't
need
to
sign
to
a
record
label
Yeah,
out
on
Rodeo
pushin'
Scaglietti
Geiger
double-O
twos,
wear
your
gloves
when
you
baggin'
fetti
Who's
the
better
rapper?
I
haven't
met
'em
Have
my
little
savage
wet
him,
I
hope
your
mama
got
a
casket
ready
1 Sensational Sherri
2 Jul 27th
3 Bautista
4 Lunchin
5 Ferragamo Funeral
6 Thousand Shot Mac
7 Birkin
8 Pete Sake
9 Amherst Station 3
10 Dance Floor Love
11 Gunnlib
12 Lakers vs Rockets
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