KOSTAS LYRICS – WESTSIDE GUNN

Kostas Song Detail

Kostas Lyrics

(Tay keith fu*k these n!ggas up)
(Griselda)

Yo top of the am I’m cooking a batch
And rapping and thinking ’bout trafficking
There’s blood on the money we savaging
You can tell by the drive when we having it
We took it easy so don’t press your luck
When I feel like squeezing my blood pressure up
I took two hoes on a date doubled up
Before we go eat they just wanna get fu*ked
Pyrex man yeah you know my handle
Play with them pots ’cause butch don’t gamble
But I’m in vegas with lees bought a hundred
And all blue strips that’s only two handfuls
Griselda blanco meets the sopranos
I had to season that chicken like dan-o’s
Shit we don’t speak on all you need to know is

When we put our cleats on opps get trampled
I got your b!tch on a hit list n!gga
She’ll leave you for a rich rich n!gga
Ten forints deep at the quik trip n!gga
I pray for kilos on christmas n!gga
I drive this b!tch like I got her for nothing
She a scorpio a cancer she fu*king
Mini drac’ with the banana I’m thugging
Cartier glasses with the pants I’m bugging

Pyrex man yeah you know my handle
Play with them pots ’cause butch don’t gamble
But I’m in vegas with lees bought a hundred
And all blue strips that’s only two handfuls
I got your b!tch on a hit list n!gga
She’ll leave you for a rich rich n!gga (She on a hit list n!gga)
Ten forints deep at the quik trip n!gga (At the quick trip n!gga)
I pray for kilos on christmas n!gga

Butcher

Ayo ayo I’m the same n!gga with the coke and pops
Ayo ayo gucci strap back with the polka dots
Gucci mlb jersey who you be? I be worthy
Sold them bricks around noon robbed them back ’bout 2:30
D&g stove thriller on froze
Yeah I got that rose plain hearts on cones
Crosses on the chrome amiris with the bones
Red bottom chelseas indiana jones
Yeah I got your b!tch fu*king prezi at the low
B!tch never had shit why she take the road?
Pull over well done bones filet well done
Shoot a shot and ten more times let that n!gga well done
How you n!ggas kingpins you ain’t never sell nothing
Only tellers tell for if they pullers tell none
Fu*king like a porn star legend on the rack y’all
Creases on the dance floor you ain’t been to jail once

You know what it is shit don’t stop n!gga
I’m just leaving the hospital getting my surgery
Fu*king anesthesia ain’t even fully wore off yet
Let’s do it again look let’s go

May street you know where my crew from
No name n!ggas where is you from?
We ain’t with the talk gotta do something
Far too long we gone we don’t do puns
Buddy hield bro just wanna shoot something
Couple million hunnid since the blue ones
Crash the benz fu*k it buy a new one
Cut a b!tch off and buy a new one ha
Yeah
Lil’ red b!tch I call her fruit punch
Red raleigh shit from out of dupont
No bua wallace when I do lines (We eating n!gga)
When you do the label watch the fruit come
I don’t really like to go to parties
But this gon’ cost you fifty if I do come
Yeah
I fraternize with feathers and parolees
Twins stay with me that’s the brodie
Any pressure he gon’ up his polie (Boom boom)
N!ggas on his face like a goalie
N!ggas hating fu*k them die slowly
Seen them n!ggas start to get on snake shit
That’s when they see me turn to kobe (Black mamba yeah)
Like who these rap n!ggas playing with?
I’m a silverback with banana clips
I’ma peel a cap when I’m spraying shit (Brr)
Look
Brought the feeling back is what they saying shit
The real is back for a million flat my last playing shit
Smoking out a ziploc that probably weigh as much as westside bracelet
Call me slamface killah grimy rap shit they saying I’m the face of it
Got a b!tch out the hood I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I’m the gladiator I’m the black russell
Sound the sir on the mack muzzle
Touch one of mine’s that’s trouble
I got rich as a b!tch and did it my way
These n!ggas wanna act puzzled
You could’ve made it out of that struggle
But you’d rather hate than you lack hustle
Bro damn we be on go mode
Jumping with the sticks no pogo (Woo)
Ice d.w. logo try to run down that’s a no-no
Every time I post though yo-ho
Keep double-tapping my photo (Ha)
Got this rap game in the chokehold
Machine b!tch I’m a new prototype

Tell everybody I tell everybody in the city you my man
Everybody (Yes) everybody (Yes sir)
Thank y’all for the whistle name man
Thank y’all for the record the sly green record man it’s real nice man
And westside man all I got is positive constructive things to say
Can’t nobody say nothing to you about me about you dude
Them dudes don’t know me like you know me westside
You can do whatever you wanna do with my name
You benny and your man conway do anything y’all wanna do with my name man
You my man man (Of course)
You a personal friend of mine (Of course)
So you ain’t gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (Yes sir)
You my man man come on
Man westside you my man man
You know I love you bro
You my man come on man
You know I love you bro
I know that
And look man I’m proud of y’all man
I seen you on bet man
When y’all done a thing on dmx
Oh you got to see it?