Westside Gunn - Buffs Vs Wires (ft. Benny The Butcher & Boldy James) - Lyrics
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The song was produced by Daringer.
Westside Gunn has been a prolific worker since he first emerged onto the scene, and he has yet to shake that mentality -- even as Griselda Records reaches new heights.
Following the release of Pray For Paris, his biggest and arguably best album yet, Gunn has kept his nose to the grindstone with another drop, this time revisiting a fan favourite with Flygod Is An Awesome God 2.
Westside Gunn - Buffs Vs Wires (ft.
Benny The Butcher & Boldy James) (prod.
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & BENNY THE BUTCHER] Ayo, Mag Dior on the prayer rug, twenty chains on, we on Rodeo, blood Who touchin' my stove? He had to spray him up (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah) Visions ain't reciprocated, he hit the stem hard once (Ah) Then he walked up the block with a refrigerator I'm in the Rolls (The Rolls, skrrt) Knots on the Martine Rose when I pose (Ah) READYMADE caskets, this work so good, get the elastic Hid the AK behind the masjid Who made the sun shine? (Who made the sun shine? You know what I'm sayin') Next thing you know, we dip from one time (Ah) [Interlude: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Real street nigga shit Yo, uh [Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Track and field, runnin' packs, I'm still subtractin' real numbers I took a loss and just had to build from it, y'all broke the code Threw dirt on gang when y'all spoke to Hov, that was reckless That's expected, VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections This Heckler on me protect the homies, Boldy and Westside Treated my forty just like my only connect Who said it was simple? Them prisons strengthened my mental I broke the lead on the paper from writin' letters in pencil This a process, I'm fresh, I just moved out the projects Million dollar deals and still feel like I ain't hot yet Biggie Smalls in a Coogi, Al Green in a mock neck Russel Simmons my mindset, I'm old Hov with a Pyrex What's the money worth when my mother hurt, brother layin' under dirt? We can forgive you, but you get punished first Dope on a paper plate, thinkin', "Why let the paper wait?" I ran around the world for it just like The Amazing Race The money counter singin' to me, sound like "Amazing Grace" Cooked a brick of big at a time, I was eight for eight The Butcher, nigga [Verse 3: Boldy James] Last three packs in the bundle, I had to swallow that (Hold the tops) Balls of smack pumpin' while I'm crumblin' the loudest thrax (Good kush) Cone racks, turned the plug around at the Mountain Jack's (Still more) Niggas who thought I was finished hate to see me bouncin' back (It's on) Touched a honeybun, tryna trap me up a thousand stacks (A big, big dog) Shout out to Butch and Gunn, my shooter don't know how to rap (Brr) Never filed a tax, had to run with that powder pack (Hyena) Thumbs still numb from packin' up, foldin' lotto packs (Up in plastic) I grew up on a block with scurvy niggas, topsy-turvy (All hitters) Totin' Glocks with thirties in 'em, sellin' rocks and thirties (Boxes) Oxycontin, Percocet, I was poppin' yerkies (Tens) Blowin' on the way to see my PO, I was droppin' dirties (Remix) Re-rockin' birdies in the trap, half block of turkey (White meat) The work come in a silver pack like a chocolate Hershey (What else?) Need the pill scripts and them bows, in total [?][2:49] (Moonrock) Real nigga, still posted on the service drive with purses (Four-one) Where we at? Benny The Butcher