Easter Gunday 3 Lyrics - Westside Gunn

[Intro: Keisha Plum] 

Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death 

I will fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me 

Though prepareth the table before me, in the presence of my enemies 

He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest 

But we coming for your dome piece 

Shot to the forehead, give you a third eye 

Make your kids cry, baby mama asking why 

All bow down to the god of Fly 

[Break: Westside Gunn] 

Grr, ayo 

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom 

Ayo 

Griselda 

Brr brr brr 

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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] 

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol on 

Drive-bys, I'm playing XXXTENTACION 

Soon as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him gone 

Shoot up your mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn 

Blew your nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple 

Like the PSI, Lord, you not official 

On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, shooters with me 

Went to the halfway house, I took the Uzi with me 

Skating over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed 

Peace to little Sean, peace to Bernadette (P!) 

GxFR, that's the murder set 

Everybody got dope, but I serve the best 

Everybody taking my shit 

Shoot the 8 three times, I might break my wrist 

Took 6, came back, now I'm better than ever 

Amiri jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better? 

I mean, I guess it's Fahim 

He still chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga, please 

Ninja stars in the trees, come on, fam 

We ain't the same, you ain't never seen a thousand grand 

You ain't never shot a nigga, no Con Air trips 

Never been fly, never fucked a bad bitch 

Lil nigga, I'm rich 

I heard the Dump Legend shit sound like shit 

Mask on like Vader, training like al-Qaeda 

Mach retired, nigga turned to a painter 

Meanwhile, I'm getting paper 

Yo, these rap niggas weirdos 

VVSs on my earlobes 

Shit, the creator of the sun 

Niggas tryna fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum 

Photos 

[Break: Westside Gunn] 

Yo, you already fucking know 

I wasn't even gon' do this shit 

I had to, though 

But fuck it, man, shoutout Easter, man 

I'm just having fun, I wrote this shit in like 5 minutes 

I don't waste time on these niggas 

Smoking skittles 

I'm not gon' even do this shit no more 

I don't give a fuck if niggas make some shit 

Talk some shit, tweet some shit 

I ain't even gon' see it anyway, niggas blocked me 

But yo, I was just- 

I just wanted to have some fun, man 

Let niggas know why I'm who the fuck I am, man 

Flygod 

See, like, I still do what I want to 

I only drink champagne 

I wear six figures in jewels 

I got all type of houses 

I'm 'bout to buy my bitch some titties 

And like, like, life is fucking beautiful 

Pootie getting that Gucci 

That Louis, shoutout to Pootie 

But, yo, before, Mach was on these shits 

Shit happens 

Can I get my painting, Mach? 

But it's all about Griselda 

See, this a different kind of life 

Niggas really put the work in 

Niggas been in the raids 

Niggas lost our best niggas 

Rest in peace Machine Gun Black 

Niggas been shot, niggas been stabbed 

Niggas been in that hole 

Niggas been locked up, 23 and 1 

Free Ike, free Sly 

Niggas been told on 

Niggas done took them trips 

I remember one time, niggas had me shackled 

From- from Buffalo to fucking Youngstown, Ohio 

Sat there for a week in shackles 

All the way to PA 

Shackled, got on Con Air, flew all the way to Oklahoma 

Left Oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to Atlanta 

See, y'all niggas don't know that life 

Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit, nigga 

Y'know? 

Get ready for Crisp NY 

AKA Supreme Blientele 

Get ready 

Classic, the album really called Crisp NY 

Also known as Supreme Blientele, nigga 

Either one 

It's gonna be the illest shit all year 

But you know who else got some of the illest shit all year? 

[Verse 2: Benny] 

Ah, let's go 

Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit took us places 

My strap get put in faces, that's word to my butcher apron 

Around the world, I'm good with gangsters, got good relations 

All it took was patience, now I'm on, so they book us places 

Let me catch you fronting, you just wanna be pop 

You want the buzz, you want the love, but you don't want to be shot 

How you don't want what come with it, you just want to be hot 

To be Griselda, nigga, you gotta stand on one of these blocks 

I was feeding them, stove on medium, under each pot 

Rolling reefer up, while I'm speeding off the company lot 

Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know where the nigga live 

Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that little crib 

Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase right on your little head 

We would search the crib for cake, but know you don't get no bread 

Funeral status, G shit, I could give 'em passes 

My team like, what's good with the action, we could give them caskets 

Look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8 creatures 

Play with me, I make you famous quicker than a Drake feature 

I be rocking Off-White, and I be rocking BAPE sneakers 

I mix that with Fendi shit like I don't got no taste neither 

Hopping at the Rattison got me shopping on Madison 

You talking all that fashion shit but cop it from the Africans 

That don't start none, it won't be none 

Y'all know who run the streets, huh? Griselda 

We gon' see when Tana Talk 3 come 

Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera like a rerun 

Undercover, caught with scanner, throw your hand up when you see one 

It's Easter Gunday, I need a runway 

I let the clip talk, niggas think I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay 

You grind hard, you could reach this one day 

I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day 

I'm bool, you know the rules when you play in these streets 

You smooth, cock the tool, now you playing for keeps 

Don't pray for us, nigga, make sure you pray for the weak 

I bump into a bird, nigga, I'ma scrape up his feet 

I just booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the week 

My bitch coming, while I work, I let her play on the beach 

The ways of the streets, I rob just to stay on my feet 

I'm at niggas, rap niggas see this face and they sleep 

[Outro: Benny] 

The Butcher 

Griselda, nigga 

You know what it is 

Hahaha, let's go