Fukk ( Stan Smiths) Songtext
von Westside Gunn

Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Ayo


Pots breaking, reminiscent of Bacon
Winchester in Canali windbreakers
Five convertibles, slime, I never heard of you
Murder you, Ruger shells′ll leave you vertical
Don't take it personal, you know it′s a money thing
The buggy eyed Benz money green
KITH sweats, TEC hanging by the drawstring
Lookout was raw fiend, Pauline
My niggas said I was the illest nigga ever
Now from rap, I bought my whole team Fendi leathers
Me and Heem, Desert Eagles fly together
Live niggas, 99 Iceberg sweater
Upper echelon, we on
I'm up in B Block, sell these ten caps and I'm gone
B.A. cortez and Timbs
Gem stars beneath they tongue stars
I recommend an extra large


I made the cash off small heads
Yo, man, ain′t nobody fucking with me
When it come to this fly shit, man
My empire all big faces
This is what the fuck I do
A million off another nigga block
You broke bum motherfuckers thirsty, man
Looking at me, man
Y′all motherfuckers is hungry, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Y'all can′t-y'all can′t keep up with me, man
This shit is easy, man
I made the cash off small heads
You know I ain't no fuckin′ rapper, man
Just sound fuckin' good, though
My empire all big faces
I'm a Buffalo nigga, too, man
Don′t get that shit fucked up, man
A million off another nigga block
Rest in peace ChineGun Blak, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Free my nigga Sly
My nigga Ike, my nigga 40

The beautifulest woman I′ve ever seen in my life, the best champagne
Cristal, I mean, he took me out in, uh, Ferraris, Bentleys
It was the first time I really ever experienced
What money can really do