Westside Gunn - Danhausen Lyrics

Do I look like I want some damn flowers?
Conductor
(Flygod)

Ayy, yo, the proudest with the piranha bites
You know the price poltergeist
Fold the TEC up nice, fiends here
I'ma work out of sight, lose all nights
Since flying kites said, "You'll be home soon"
Shawarma over rice, bitch
White as the Devil, the sheets the blood of Christ (skrrt)
He was just tryna feed his family and got life (ah)
Mr. Almighty, can't nobody can f*ck with me
I'm nice (can't nobody can f*ck with me)
Shoot your block up (brrt) and take your private flight, rocking nice
A hundred round drum should suffice (should suffice)
My Cartiers has got wood and ice (wood and ice, ah)
Ayy, yo, red leather gloves with the salt and pepper mink draggin'
Sold dope for fifteen years, in the week, practice (ah)
Imagine me listening to a nigga in cheap fabric
Your arms too short, while you reach stop, I reach past it
I'm mad sick (ah), 80k for the watch that been plastic
Tote pouch, doing numbers, fantastic
Speeding in the Aston (skrrt)
Allahu akbar, almost crashed in the mansion (ah)
Inshallah, I wake up to a bad bitch (ah)
Just done four months straight, that's a hat trick (that's a hat trick)

Ayy, yo, shoot one, nigga twenty, it's stains (it's stains)
Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (skrrt)
Yo, this rose Rollie looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick
Told him bring me back thirty, he sniffed the whole thing (he sniffed the whole thing)

Out in Turk and Caicos, cherry red Dracos (ah)
Had to stuff the work down the sink, grab the Drano
Ten bricks, take a step, chess, he looking prego
I'm insane, yo, shootouts all day, though
In the same boat, brains flow if you giving out halos
Bench press wearing the same clothes (ah), look how his vein shows
We copy and paste those
He sniffin' dope and coke with the same nose (sniff)
Ayy, yo, your favorite rapper trash (ah)
Red eye on the Hellcat, doing the dash (skrrt)
Put money on your head, I ain't even hit the stash
If I can't have it, you going tonight, Hall N' Nash
Heard your man ratting, nigga, how he get it past? (How he get it past?)
Heard you ain't put no work in, how you get a rat? (How you get a rat?)
Shade off the runway, you ain't even got to tack (ah)
Purple with the scorpions hanging off my ass
One blast had him sweating bad in his glass (ah)
Shoot your shit up with no mask so I can brag (brrt, ah)
Laughin' like, "Yeah I did it, you felt the wrath" (ah)
Plus your work ain't come back, you looking sad (ooh)

Yo, shoot one, nigga twenty, it's stains (it's stains)
Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (skrrt)
Yo, this rose Rollie looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick
Told him bring me back thirty, he sniffed the whole thing (he sniffed the whole thing)