Westside Gunn and Stove God Cooks - Ostertag

Ah

Don't make me send my dawg through
There in a UCONN mask (Ha ha haha)
Husky nigga hangin' out the two door Benz
(Brr, bah bah bah bah bah bah)
Brick in my daughter newborn bag
When they was scared to get
It through the mail, man, i went Utah Jazz
(Woo) they said, "Stovie
Think you made it?" How can I decipher?
Just know that I jumped in and killed, bitch
I'm Roddy Piper (Just know that)
They love my album like I died (Like I died)
I'm thirty kilos high
I brought the stove alive (Woo)
Then I dance on it
Last one had Hitler stamped on it
Twenty-four carat gold pan jumpin'
Two hundred bands in the Chrome Heart pants
It's nothin' (It's nothin')
I read your offer, that shit was disgusting
(Haha)
I might sell my next shit for a million
(For a million)
Only seven copies and I'm dead for real
(I'm so serious)
Tell your favorite rapper I don't feel him
(Tell him I don't feel him)
Tell the plug the doors is off
It's time to fill up (It's time to get it)
If we make it home, we gon' kill him
Wins like this (Woo)
Feel like when the Pistons
Had Chauncey Billups (Stove)

Ain't that the word on the street
FLYGOD has the best shit

Written by:
AARON M SCOTT, ALAN MAMAN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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