[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall not disrespect the Flygod
Thou shall not let any foul slick shit come out ya mouthpiece
Or else, crowbar to ya jaw
Knock out ya teeth
Then smile and say "Let's go eat"
Red Snapper oysters and fettuccine
Givenchy snakeskin and florals by Riccardo Tisci
Have you feeling like David in the Lions Den
Give you faith of a mustard seed
Mustard colored 'Rari pushing a 100mph on the 33
Cheektowaga PD in my rear-view
If they catch me, I'm resurrecting like the lamb of God
IN PLUM POETRY, I TRUST
Everything else is a fucking fraud

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
My niggas at the Round Table eatin good
Ain't no shrimp steaks for you
We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls
Ain't no more Ace for you
If them niggas ain't come to the party with his fucking next shoe
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40 - this shit here for you

I'm back so soon
Beef and Broc' two tones, the Maybach go vroom
I had them fiends on tilt, yo this work ain't new
He cracked his pipe - on Rin Tin, he was back by noon
K cutter choppin em, no top Lexus - we hop in it
Fed two Bulados with the socks in 'em
These niggas mad cause I'm popular with the work
Wrist like the blades on the helicopter bruh
The books lied, I'm not merciful - they thought I started with them
Now I'm dead, they bout to circle them
I'm T-shirting them
I would shock and bring Phife Dawg back and just murder them
(Rest In Peace Phife!)
I'm nasty, come test me
Driving and shooting, niggas swore I was Lefty
In the Wraith playing Reggie
Dropped Flygod now the bitches say I'm sexy


Wait
Wait
Wait
I never hesitate, hole the MAC-11 straight
Thoughts to annihilate, ya last full day was yesterday
Wraith off the showroom floor, I never wait
Don't make me turn lyrical, Lupe with the GAT on
Don't make me get spiritual, it's God with the mask on
I only wanna meet MF DOOM
This still on cassette
Keep playing, I had some L.I. Bloods on ya neck
Pay some Crips out on Grape, they go to So High
Blow a whole check with Jake
We best that ever do this shit
About to take - select a class, fucking turn Ludacris
Hit Dre or Aftermath
Make up with Anderson .Paak, the nigga moved so I shot
Sorry, my wordplay explicit
Radio scared of me, but the hood say I did it
My IG floor seats next to Lilick
I'm thinking Notorious B.I.G., but bigger
Dig up Warhol for the picture
Take his shit - whatever color it is, I paint the Fisker

My niggas at the Round Table eatin' good
Ain't no shrimp steaks for you
We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls
Ain't no more Ace for you
If them niggas ain't come to the party with his fucking next shoe
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40 - this shit here for you


[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, it's Easter Gunday
It was such a beautiful day
Took my Grandma out to eat
But yo, Flygod in stores
Make sure you get that
See, Griselda the illest niggas out
I put whatever on it
We don't think like y'all niggas
But I'll get into that later
See, it's not just me
It's not just Conway
But I got another nigga
My nigga MACH
See, his shit drop in the May
But until then, we gon' kill y'all niggas with everything
We just having fucking fun
It's nothing else to do
Ayo MACH
Show these niggas why you the nastiest nigga out this motherfucker

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
They shit is for the one ratio with carbonate
Akira baking soda in the States, you know?
Choc-o-late to get blown pon the man crpe
Know we shot at them
You softer than a baby, yo!
Moroccan fish tagine, splash my purple label
I never switch my team like Popovitch
So my G-pass for certain neighbors
Ski mask was Chris Kane, it had the geometric shapes
I put my dick in her face, that's when that bitch came
Niggas finna switch lanes
West told me, "don't stress homie
Get the Model S, man that shit wave"
Without no written express
Consent, them young boys with it
They can show you how to hit it against the fence
Ten's drench your Benz, Lorentz - nigga's tense
Pull up with tints, my niggas might spit at your friends again
Fresh Benjamins and filthy-ass ones
Go in the evidence, they never send me back none


[Interlude: Mach-Hommy]
(Haitian Creole)
Alright?
Remember I told you that
Griselda shit, know what I'm saying?
Look at you
(Griselda)

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]
Better treat me like the Sun dawg
Just give me 93 million miles of personal space before I dump off
Shooting like Curry, niggas
The more shots I take, the more shots I make
I'm great, you scary nigga
Unnecessary niggas
Don't let the bitter outside
A straight leg make you think you want any nigga
Involuntary manslaughter
Camouflage BAPE Asics, tiger sitting in the transformer
Man, this shit is some Vonetta
We Sammy Davis Jr., Candyman, MAC, AND1
Gring's in the Jetta
Depends on the weather
Ain't no motherfuckin friends
Motherfuckers be pretending together
The cheddar pimento, we move mad blow in the men's room
The leather was cancelled, the cocaine sped up the info
The floors had broads on the whole thing, wet up the rental

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I told y'all niggas don't tag me with niggas
Y'all thought I was fucking playing, huh?
I told y'all niggas
Y'all niggas tag me with them niggas!
I'mma make it bad
So for "Bust Kingpin" #TheLosers
I'll smash any one of you motherfuckers - for fun
See, I'm a boss
Don't get this hip-hop shit twisted nigga
Y'all niggas know me
Ayo "Bust"
What I'm driving "Bust"?!
You seen the fucking Tesla
You been to my spot nigga
How many floors it got "Bust"??
Ayo Mag
You came to my show, right?
Brooklyn Fest
You had on fucking sandals
See, I'm not like y'all niggas
Ayo Smoovth
See, you cool
You hit me in the DM
You know I could screenshot all that
I ain't no "screenshot nigga" though
I speak facts
You don't want no problems, you cool
I don't got no problem with Roze
Your chain on, I had in middle school though my nigga
It's a little rusty, put some nail polish on that motherfucker
And see, I'm a legend killer too
Any OG don't like this shit, speak up now
'Cause I'm never gonna speak again about this shit
I tried to be nice
It's Griselda
You understand that?
G-x-F-R Griselda - I ain't with no other niggas
I'm a boss
I don't follow trends nigga, I set them
You understand?
Ask about me behind that wall nigga
Niggas cook my shit
I eat good everyday nigga
You understand me?
I ain't 'bout to threaten niggas and all that
I ain't even 'bout to keep doing all that
I'm just letting y'all niggas know
If it's a motherfucking problem, say something nigga
And I'm not even gon' respond with another song
But when I see y'all niggas - you know what fucking time it is
You know who with me nigga
I don't gotta explain myself
I got money nigga
My shoes on my feet a $1,000 nigga
God is my witness and I'm the fucking Flygod
I could talk all fucking day
Y'all gon' listen, right?
You still listening, right?
Don't fucking play with me man
Now niggas want a fucking logo
Now niggas wanna make shirts
Now niggas wanna have wrestling names
Now niggas- what else?
Now they want art as their fucking covers
Come on man...
See, niggas
I'm looking at little shit
"Oh, he gettin' all these big features"
"Oh, this nigga got no drums in his beats"
Listen, my shit is art nigga
My shit is legendary
I'm niggas fathers
Yo it's niggas right now that wanna be me man
I used to wanna be like Nas
I used to wanna be like Ghost
It's niggas that wanna be Westside Gunn right now nigga
I'm that fiend
Y'all niggas is just fucking bums
We ain't the same

[Outro Skit: Paid in Full]
RIco:
No ribs

Mitch:
Come on B

Rico:
No ribs
No rice
No champagne
You don't eat nothing