DONT BE BRUEL versuri

Versuri Westside Gunn – DONT BE BRUEL lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, you never seen this before (Uh-uh)
Crease my iceberg, you should’ve seen the train on the fur
Sly doing four life concur’ (Free Sly!)
I’m trying my best to paint pictures, shot his whip up (Doot-doot-doot, brrrrt, doot-doot-doot)
In back-to-back traffic, they had to airlift ‘em
In the back of the black ‘Bach eating halal plates
This for niggas growing grays with no trial dates (Free Sly!)
Rockin’ bald silks, baggin’ up to Michel’le
Act like you coppin’, I come in like „Yo, yo, yo what’s the play?” (Yo where the fuckin safe at nigga?)
I’m not leaving without the work, I drove all this way
Fuck that, were his kids at? Voila, there goes the safe
Racin’ the all rеd Bentley, screamin’, „Free Shaw”
From Eastsidе Buffalo nigga, he’s dancing with the works (Eastside)
For years, I done sped you niggas
I could’ve been aired you niggas, Ric Flair’d you niggas (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
You ain’t fucking the kingpin, get a nine-to-five
They asked me my five year plans, I just said, „Stay alive” (Inshallah)
I wanna play with my grandkids one day
I could quit rap bold turkey, grand flip on Monday (Ah)
Rock a ponytail, fuck bitches half my age
Dick sucks in the Virgil, the top was black, the bottom beige (Skrrrrrt)
Frank lit a stem and did a 7-8
He sounded like ’92 Bobby with coke on the tray

[Hook: Westside Gunn]
Don’t be bruel, don’t be bruel (You niggas got me fucked up)
Cause I would never be that bruel to you
(You niggas, see you niggas really think these niggas fuckin’ with me is crazy)
My kids know, I know, I don’t be bruel, don’t be bruel
(Rest in peace Big Dump, I’m the only nigga that you mama love more than you, nigga)
Bitch you need to change your attitude
(That bitch ain’t shit, I ain’t text the bitch back for six months though)
Let me see you cook the dope (Griselda)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
The price is high but the coke is better (Coke’s better up here)
I’m still the coldest ever (Haha, yeah!)
Can they fuck with me? No, never (Never!)
You know I’m wit’ whatever (Woo!)
Your dog blood still on your Timbs, I heard they shot him like O- (Brrt, bap-bap, brrrrt, bap-bap, bap-bap)
Dapper Dan is in the kitchen wit’ me, we got a song together (It’s sewn up)
See a bunch of niggas that don’t like me all rolling together
They probably having a meeting about how they all gon be broke forever (I swear)
I done sold seven (I sold seven)
I give you the flow through the FLYGOD but seeing my face is sold separate (That’s a different price)
Powder on the Saucony’s, I just got done snow steppin’ (Snow steppin’ on you niggas)
Fed cameras on the light poles, I’m still flexin’
All my jewelry on like come get us (Come get me!)
Michelle over everything, we can bet it (We can bet whatever)
I had thirty-sixes on the bus, I’m Jerome Bettis (Hahahaha)
If I said it, I meant it (I mean it!)
We ain’t the same niggas, I cook ready rock, you play on Reddit (Not me)
Shouldn’t go too for if you let it (Let it), just don’t let it (Hahaha, Stove!)

Written by: Westside Gunn / Stove God Cooks / Denny Laflare