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Track: Free Shots
Artist: Westside Gunn
Album: Still Praying

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Name: Westside Gunn
Spotify Genres: boom bap, alternative hip hop, jazz rap
Followers: 809,896
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Biography

Rapper from Buffalo, NY. Born July 27, 1982. He is the brother of rapper [a4703954] with whom he forms the duo Hall & Nash. He is also the cousin of fellow Buffalo native rapper [a4748995].

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Release: Westside Gunn* & DJ Drama - Still Praying
Year: 2025
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Boom Bap

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LYRICS

(Conductor, we have a problem!)
Oh, Lord (C-C)
Oh, Lord
Blink twice if you in danger
Oh, nah
You niggas don't want no problems
Gangsta Grillz
Not around here

Margiela's with the zip on, blue tips and shin bones
Million off of flip phones, Rose gold wrist on
Even in hell flames, I wouldn't even piss on
My shooter get his sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on (Woo)
Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue (Ah)
Next to the stove, the talk's in the bathroom (Woo)
Chains on the body, left his arm in the sink
You might miss somethin' if you blink, let it sink
Lamborghini Jeep kept the doors off the Costa Rica (Skrrt)
Hopped out, Canali gloves on the street sweepеr
Out of sight, out of mind, that's why I stay beach hoppin'
Tell the hatеrs "Suck a dick", I hope they keep watchin'

Yeah, muffler on the sub (Conductor), sound like Dougie Fresh beatboxin' (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Sellin' fent' that had the fiends detoxin' (Uh-huh)
The MAC, shotty, four pound- I got three options (I got options)
To show his casket in, connect named Sebastian (Uh-huh)
Two-hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in ('Kay)
Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? (What else?)
My homie in a supermax, 'til he max out (Free my nigga)
Have my bitch countin' money 'til she passed out
So much money, hundred-dollar bills, I could pass out (Hahaha)
Still got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)
Uh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ha)
A pussy nigga get me mad, I'ma lash out (Uh-huh)
We gon' smoke them niggas and stab out, Machine

Ayo, ayo, look
Those niggas, those is lil' niggas man
Don't forget that, nigga
Those niggas, those niggas
Them niggas is lil' niggas to us
Hall and Nash, bitch (Brr)
Griselda