Westside Gunn - 98 Sabres (ft. Conway, Benny The Butcher & Armani Caesar) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics
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Westside Gunn returns with "98 Sabres" featuring Conway The Machine, Benny The Butcher & Armani Caesar.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Just Blaze.
Westside Gunn has already delivered three albums this year -- Pray For Paris, Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, and as of yesterday, his Shady Records debut Who Made The Sunshine.
Off the top, the project sounds like a typical Gunn release, which is to say grimy, loosely structured tracks with hyper-vivid imagery of street violence and high fashion.
As expected, Westside used the opportunity to call the Griselda banners and rally the troops, closing things out with the Just Blaze produced crew cut "98 Sabres." A reference to the NHL team -- and by proxy the legendary goalie Dominik "The Dominator" Hasek -- "98 Sabers" is enjoyable off the strength of Blaze's involvement alone.
Yet as expected, the Griselda camp delivers on the lyrical front, with highlight verses from Gunn, Conway, Benny, and Armani Caesar.
Though it's likely fans will debate who stole the show, it's exactly that sort of healthy competition that keeps the emcees as sharp as they are.
Westside Gunn - 98 Sabres (ft.
Conway, Benny The Butcher & Armani Caesar) (prod.
Just Blaze) Lyrics.
[Intro] Shay, rest in peace Ha, ha, ha, ha Kill, kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill, kill Just Blaze As we proceed, to give you what you need It's Griselda bomb, I tried to tell you all [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar] Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels, don't even risk it (Don't even risk it, ah) My mechanic be sniffin' with the wrenches (With the wrenches, sniff) In the mess hall, I got to listen (I got to listen) First day home, I got to whippin' (I got to whippin', whip) My country bitch think she from Memphis (She from Memphis) She could suck dick in the Olympics (In the Olympics, ah) Everyday, I wake up, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) My nigga dome shot shit, he be wiggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, he be wiggin') How you been FLYGOD? I been livin' (I been livin') Pollo Loco with the chicken (With the chicken) Even Nino Brown started snitchin' (Started snitchin', ah) Big four pound with the extension (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, the extension) Move like Chef Dred in the kitchen (In the kitchen, ah) You'd rather be dead than go against us (Than go against) My nigga dopeboy, he be whoopin' (He be whoopin') My nigga TF, he be Crippin' (Yo, Crippin') [Verse 2: Armani Caesar & Conway the Machine] Boss bitch, yeah, I'm hella bomb (Hella bomb) Money phone ringin' like a telethon (Brr) I came in the game with my weapons drawn (Uh huh) Necks what I'm steppin' on (What's up?), hated, but respected on (Come on) Heavy on the weight (Weight), heavy on the cake Iced out the same chains that Harriet escaped (Uh huh) Word to all the millions and risks that we takes (Uh huh) The Liberace estates (What else?), Dolce Gabbana drapes, what (Woo) I'm a beauty, but a beast on the track (Uh huh) Don't confuse this with my booty, this the East on my back (What) You upset yet? Diamond chain on that wet wet (Uh huh) You can slide, bitch, I jet set, I'm gettin' pampered like the bed wet (Come on) Niggas hand it to me like the nail tech (Uh huh) Passin' bitches like a test, but this ain't no LSAT, what You bitches better be scared if I level up (Level up) No, elevators, bitch (Look), step it up [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Standin' on the furniture, I told the bottle girl, "Bitch, pass the Ace" (Bring me that Ace, bitch) I popped the cork, poured the whole bottle for homies passed away Wrap the Wraith, Killa Bee yellow with the matchin' skates And still got racks in the safe, a half a letter stashed away (Ha) Wrapped a half a cake in saran wrap and some maskin' tape Rappin' circles around rappers, I probably lapped them eight times Keep the MAC on waist, I don't waste time Boy, you get the drum work from the Griselda Records basket case (Brr) They say they richer than Machine, that's like a slap in face The problem is I'm gettin' more money and at a faster pace (Hahaha) Look, I ain't human, I'm an alien, homie I just came back from space, came to outrap the greats (Talk to 'em) Trust me, I got the bread to get a nigga whacked today They bring me back your head, don't matter how much cash it take We used to traffic base, now the trap forty racks a day It's safe to say we got a boomin' system, I'm Masta Ace (Ha) The shooter sixteen, throttle in his VLONE hoodie Nigga look at me wrong, then he uppin' this chrome for me (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I got rich on my own, don't need a nigga to loan money (Uh uh) Ain't signin' no more contracts unless it's Mahomes money (Woo) Machine, bitch [Verse 4: Benny the Butcher] RIP to rappers I buried, left the trap and then married I won a ring for every team I was on, like Vinatieri I got the four-door too (Uh huh), so many whips, it's gettin' scary (Uh huh) Book a photoshoot, y'all 'bout to need pics for obituaries The GxF Rebels, any static, nigga, we accept Y'all niggas should be in check, or BSF'll be at necks When I say the beef lit, I don't mean a tweet or text (I don't mean that) Shooters, I send three, no less, and let 'em take the CLS Beef is I know where your people stay (I know), I don't need to flex (I don't) But when you least expect it, I send a cleanup crew to eat your dress (Brr) Beef is a forever thing, careful when you speakin' threats I achieved success and still can't even rest (Ah) Took this street shit corporate, a dab of it, I just balanced it Authentic, all this G shit I'm talkin', they never challenge it Where I'm from, we ignorant, graduatin' average Fuck that, if you can flip money, then you talented Man, y'all lost, I could be payin' y'all off (Payin' off) But I don't trip, 'cause y'all niggas broke and y'all soft (Pussy) Think I'm playin', y'all wrong, I'm frontin' when the grams all gone Put a yellow band on my arm like I'm Lance Armstrong, ah Armani Caesar
October 17, 2020, 10:06 pm