Westside Gunn – God Is Love Lyrics

Westside Gunn – God Is Love Lyrics

God Is Love Lyrics By Westside Gunn

[Part I]

[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Conductor)
Woah, ah-hah
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Nackie Chan, wha-ta! (Coño)
Yo, son

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Santo Domingo, helpin’ the grasa get to the gringo
As niggas watchin’ us shine like kings, bro (Shining)
Golden ring glow, a lot of blinging, all chingo
All my niggas are dogs like dingo (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches, the god might mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Rake in the paper, the stack of chips are tall like Pringles, son (Money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast, the Vueve Clicquot
We donе made this shit work
Although it’s niggas that got exposed in R.I.C.O. (Yеah)
Can’t believe he did dirt and really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, we deal with Os of perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (Uh-huh)
His only use for it just to poke it with needles and shit (Fuck)
He want it even more if he know if it’s lethal (That’s crazy)
Ayo, we came up (Uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (Nack)
I tap the jumper like it’s Dominican Dembow bro (Jokin’)
I feel invincible when I sit in the Benzo (Vroom)
Got uppers and downers, Addies and benzos, yeah

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Diamond dancin’ (Uh), nine-hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin’, more in the pan (Yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham (They did)
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant (Haha)
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (Woo)
The answer is me (Woo)
I told the plug “Make sure it’s Tia Landry
I want it to look like the last one you handed me” (I do)
He hopped out swingin’ the chopper like a canopy (Brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (In my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred-grand a week
Angela Bassett, I had it flamin’ in the street (Haha)
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (Tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin’ her make-up in the vanity, look like DaniLeigh (She do)
I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
And when she made it (When she made it)
When she made it (When she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove

[Outro: Keisha Plum]
Peace, God
God is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending
(Conductor)

[Part II]

[Verse: Eastside Flip & Westside Gunn]
Put the flash on him
Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
At the top of the world, but it’s still all
My boy Westside Gunn, nigga
Put me on his damn back, said, “Get-Get ’em”
And never mind what they talkin’ ’bout
Real niggas pull the money out when the drama out
Real nigga put the money down, the drum out
Millionaire, I’ll pull the llama out your mama mouth
Take the money out the damn bus, you on the couch
Put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch
We gon’ go around the corner with that Glock .50
Poppin’ off about a hundred at these pop niggas
G-Wagon and I’m G baggin’
Bitch-ass nigga talkin’ ’bout he heat clappin’
And I done heard about your pussy ass
Next time I catch your boy, he rolled up in grass
Count the cash, count the cash when I’m livin’ fast
So quick to do the homicide with the mask
Take the mask off, broad day a nigga
What the fuck you wanna do about that cold killer?
Chain vicious, what’s the issue ’bout my damn dawgs?
My boy, F.N.F, man that’s poppin’ off
Low-key, start to call
Taboo, motherfucker, tell these niggas we goin’ hard
Real niggas do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass niggas gon’ hate, that’s all in ’em
Envy in us niggas, that’s jealously, all hate
You’re desperate to see a nigga upstate
The real in my eyes couldn’t let that shit ride
D-I-E as a nigga swallow his pride
Never take my pride or my motherfuckin’ stripes
Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh?
The game be my wife, the lane be my ice
The .45 steel but a nigga brain twice
That .9 millimeter revolve a nigga
Got that, got that bitch poppin’ off, ‘fore I solve you niggas
Shoutouts to them boys who did that time
Twans Hat, you my nigga, I did that line
When the first time I seen that boy go to the Earth
The first time I seen that boy go to the birth
.38 Special, a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin’ the block all night
F.N.F nigga, fuck niggas finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances

[Outro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels