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Versuri Westside Gunn – FREE ROLEYS lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Grrt
Grrt
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Y’all do a nigga dishes, every shot all swishes (Boom, boom, boom)
Blood in your mouth taste delicious, stay vicious (Ah)
Can’t wait ‘til Kutter come home from state prison (Free Kutter)
Plug just got a nose job, he yay pitchin’ (Sniff)
If he sound weird, nigga, hang up
Gauge to his leg, blew off his Marc Jacobs (Boom)
Had Billy put your whole block in a Vega (Grrt)
Chrome 800 had his brains fly an acre (Ah)
I was in the four-door Ferrari with my Drac’ up (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
When I come through, lights out like Undertaker (Mm)
Fuck her from the back, when she come, she a shaker (Ah)
Gucci rug, pole up on the couch, vanilla wafer (Woo)
I was rockin’ runway, walking on water (Mm)
Soundtrack, potato on the revolver (Ah)
Money on your head, I come through like a barber (Grrt)
Chill day, Virgil Louis hoodie and joggers, I’m marvelous (Woo)
Fiends goin’ back and forth, havin’ arguments
Who got the best dope? It’s God again (Super Flygod)

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
The Butcher comin’, nigga
Yeah, ah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
One millionaire in the crew not enough
I seen kingpins crumble, empires turn to dust
Held down in the accountant lounge, gon’ need about a month
Please keep me out your stunts before I beat you out your fronts, nigga
Yeah, my catalog Roberto Alomar, batted Hall of Fame numbers
Before you had a start, I got a classic off (I got a classic off)
While West was cookin’ bricks in the air fryer
I was dead by him, dryin’ hundreds with a hair dryer (I was right there)
Trench coats, we gotta dress like Russians
Even in airports, rappers get checked like customs
If I’m WWE, then y’all motherfuckers is, see? (See?)
They provoke me and then y’all quote me
Low-key, y’all should blame the niggas that woke me
When I put another rapper head on the shelf like a trophy
Dark skin, bald head, mama’s boy, niggas is Jodys
Good looks on all that free promotion and thanks for that Rollie
It’s Butch, nigga

[Outro]
Just be true to me
Just be true to me
Just be true to me (Hey, slime, slime)
Just be true to me, me (Slime)
Just be true to me
(Gangsta) Heels have eyes, heels have eyes

Written by: Benny the Butcher / Westside Gunn