Westside Gunn – Eddie Kingston Lyrics

Brr, ayo
Brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Ayo, ayo, brr
Brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Ayo

I’m in the Aston shootin’ out the passenger side (Skrrt, doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Life is lavish, we classic, niggas lackin’, passin’ ’em by
Beautiful mind (Ah), beautiful rhyme
Drum on the stick, massive (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot), still baggin’ dope on Saturdays
When niggas fiend for dope, who had to drop you work? It couldn’t swim
It’s like my wrist be automatic, yours is tragic, pistol plastic, pistol addicts (Boom boom boom)
Brain magic, flip your whole block solo (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Spinned that shit two times (Skrrt), if I see kids, it’s a no go (Ah)
TNT, ain’t nobody seein’ me, my shooter on his fifth line (Ah)
He think he seein’ things, hittin’ everything (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
I’m talkin’ wrong things and right things, with the M16, he only nineteen (Ah, doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
He think he Sly Green, Forever, I scream (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

Supreme North Face pocket, got the order for five fiends
Manslaughter on your recorder, you know the vibes be (You know what the fuck it is)
Candyman, it’s murder when I arrive on the scene (Uh-huh)
Shit get dangerous, no famous shit, became the fan favorite (Yeah)
These fools spittin’ falsified flows, it’s all flavorless (Fuck outta here)
Got shit in the chokehold, give a fuck if I made your list
I made brick money talkin’ shit, havin’ my way with this (I did)
For MDMA, it was eight-forty, I made him pay for zips (Uh-huh)
Crush a rock with a quarter on the table and take a sniff
Dropped all of my sins on the street corner and saved the blessings
Smoked the trees out the Bible page, my brain waves was reckless
Rome chapter two, verse three, say watch the way you steppin’
Spray the weapon, shells go through FLYGOD Avirexes (Boom boom)
Comin’ live from where they bangin’ and scammin’
Little niggas on Joker Stash makin’ more than they parents (Facts)
A little know-how and your bank profile turn to a dough pile
The cheddar getter aura make all of the hoes go down (Deadass)
Bet against the squad, you picked the worst lane
Stashin’ dope from the plates that I ate off like Hitler first name
Finesse you like Bernie Madoff in some rehearsed game
Was born with this, seen too many fail, I can’t afford to slip
Went from fleein’ many felony charges to fortunate
Fly Fashion Rebels fuckin’ on your fiancĂ©e
Livin’ fast for the funds, did stick ups with Andre
Fast forward, now its four hundred dollars when we eat entrees (Yeah)
Your bitch cum to my songs on long play, repeat the playlist (She do)
You just a peon, everything beyond greatness
GxFR, get a neck scar
My best fiend from Union Square who buy hard, he look like Brett Favre
Work on my aim and be a sharp shooter like Bret Hart (Boom, boom, boom)
When my shit come on it’s the best part, nigga
Fuck outta here