JD Wrist

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Ayo, four door Ferrari, niggas know my body Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi' Trap-A-Holics, what's happening? The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin, snap that motherfucker back, squad Trap-A-Holics, bitch [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing) Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping) Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage) Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo) Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (Damn son, where'd you find this?) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, four door Ferrari (Skrrt), niggas know my body (Know my body) Standing on the couch, me, Pop Smoke, and Bari (Pop Smoke and Bari) Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi (Mmm) Shootout on L Avenue, caught a homi (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, real trap shit) Down East Lafayette, breeze on the set Frank Clegg duffels, mention me again, I'm on your neck (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Eating beef ball, well wagyu in the 'jects Spilt my caviar, Prada linen look a mess I'm at Bulgari Hotel, 3K a night I think about Sly, how he on the cot for four lives I think about USP Atlanta, holding with the mice I think about FCI Coleman, noodles with the rice I'm a Eastside nigga, Children's Hospital baby Peace to the park down the way, up to Bailey ECMC broad day, you try to play me I leave out the spot, all the bitches wanna take me (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? Puff Daddy with the remix, JD wrist remix Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (But you ain't know?) [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks] I was hyped up off that cocaine money then the food came Bagger spent nine hours skimping bundles in his Flu Games When you spend your last and it don't cook, now that's some true pain Young boy popped three Percs, he said that give him good aim I feel like Shakur skippin' out in that Armani suit (I do) Chopped it up with Wallo in a van outside Armani shoot "Nigga, you did twenty, now you got the juice" He said, "When they leave you open, Stove, you gotta shoot" Water whippin', got the mix up (Woo), money came and they switched up Fans came and they switched up, everything they shooting switched up Bitch, I'm what it look like when the coke work (When the coke work) When the rap work, when the dope work Blood red Supreme North Face faux fur Rolls Royce with the chauffeur Got eleven bricks in both doors [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing) Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping) Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage) Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Who?) Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo) Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding [Verse 3: Estee Nack] Choppers in the trunk, keep a hundred thou' in the safe Treat a nigga like a chump, get the fuck up out of my face Blow it like an immediate feature, only gettin' laced Get him up out of my space, disappear without a trace With my peers, I was pumping bass, many years I was up late Feeling lethal, brought 'em in and we take them shits out of state Niggas talking 'bout some beef, so we killed it without a case I can feel the hate, they obviously talkin' out of place Wrap up them six O's Y'all niggas ain't never had no bread and it shows Only thing I'm worried 'bout is my dough Diamond carat on the ring and it glows Sin City, niggas sniff blow Big cash, we smoking hydro Running laps, floating on the five-o 5 series Bimmer with my eyes closed JD shooter from Chicago Take niggas on a long trip Throw 'em in the lake, take a dip Bake a cake, niggas know I'ma make it fit Baggin' up right in front of a naked bitch In the streets, getting money and takin' risks Shit, I'll be damned if I ever chase a bitch I might just fuck on your bitch and pay for her tits [Refrain: Estee Nack] Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit Gun a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit Gun a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this (Can't tell me nothing) Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this (Your shit ain't jumping) Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this (All this Louis luggage) Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this? (Who?) Puff Daddy with the remix (Woo), JD wrist remix (Woo) Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding [Outro: Westside Pootie] Trap-A-Holics You's a window shopper You mad at me, I think you know why Ayo, it's Westside Pootie and I'm in Paris right now Just landed from Cairo and before that, Milan And before that, Rome and before that, Santorini And before that, Athens and before that, Copenhagen And before, I was at Paris Fashion Week And this whole time, the haters doing what? Exactly And if y'all don't get it, just say that If y'all broke, just say that But don't deny greatness, that's just pathetic Now let me go, I have a picnic set at the Eiffel You's a window shopper