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[Verse: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
High fashion, incredible, you win some, you lose some
He alive but he a— (Mm)
If I pay you for a job, make sure you professional
My lil' n***a dressed up like he deliverin' Papa John
Runnin' door bells, soon as they open "Bam-bam-bam"
Overload hunnid in the clip (Brrt), one in the head
Melrose, red X10 parked infront of Craig's (Skrrt!)
Really do, I was flyer than you in my shell clothes (Ah)
Centerfolds all on my dick, wanna braid my hair (Ah)
Gettin' dick sucks in Ritz Rolls, rich flow (Ah)
Keepin' one fit in 'cause the bricks slow
Had to beat the Pyrex up like Klitschko (Mm)
If I turn one to three, we cookin' with Crisco
Baby, look at me, baby
Outift twenty-thou', these n***as lazy (Ah)
N***as wanna hate on me, 'cause these n***as lazy (Ah)
Got a plug in Esino, got a plug out in Katy
Got a brand new Range, got a Brand new Mercedes (Ah, skrrt!)
House so big, I lost Westside Baby (Ah)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
What you gon' do when the feds come for you?
What you gon' do when they bomb?
I wake the dead up for the right thing (Yo, I think son still movin')
Cut the duct tape, them things white-white
Wake the dead up for the right price
Cut the duct tape, them things bright white
What you gon' do when my shooters come—