Summer Slam 88 Lyrics

[Westside Pootie:]
Ayo, it's Westside Pootie
And We're getting money, y'all broke
It's Griselda

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, I'm more coke seller, less Coachella
No cut on my slabs you niggas know better
You could tell we working by the porch light
Spply 350's with the orange stripe
My dawg flew off after one kick
We robbed everybody, we was on shit
Snatching bricks like Biyombo
Fashion week, 10 copies in the Diablo

Motherf*cka Ima Legend
Motherf*cka Ima Legend

Ayo, the GLE Benz was all gold
The bag full of tecs that all fold
Goyard duffle with the mighty mouse
4 bedrooms, that's a tiny house
I'm bout to go stove shopping We gon get rich if the O's lock in
100 round drum for you f*cks
Beef with me, I wish you best of luck

Motherf*cka Ima Legend
Motherf*cka Ima Legend

Ayo, I'm looking like a Off-White look book
2 bricks for 50 that's a good look
My chain made your bitch extra wet
So I f*cked her in a Tesla X
So many chains on, I wish I had an extra neck
Extendo clip, piggin out the cop while in sweats
Baking soda in the recipe
Waking up to pretty bitches laying next to me
In RSVP, with Kev, went crazy
Claude Monet; wish he was living so he can paint me

Motherf*cka Ima Legend
Motherf*cka Ima Legend

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