Testo Lost Art - Westside Gunn

Lost Art

Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot (Boom-Boom-Boom! Boom!)
Ayo
Front row, watchin' Virgil
Front row, bitch
I bet these bullets’ll burn yo ass
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, grr!)
Countin' all this paper (Doot-doot-doot-doot!)
Countin' all this fuckin' money
Fuck it, I’m a put some more in yo ass
Dead nigga, Pyrex glasses (Whip!)
Jewels on me like a quarterman (I'm drippin', bitch, drippin'!)
Pyrex glasses (Whip!)
Whip it, twenty-five birds wit' each hand (Skrr, skrr!)
Money in the ceilin'
Money in the motherfuckin' ceilin'
More money in the wash (Wash, more money in the wash)
Niggas love dealin'
I love this shit, I love it
Went from nothin', man, havin' it all (Roll! Got that)
One to two, kingpins
I’m flyer than your nigga, bitch
One to two, kingpins (Fuck these niggas!)
Pull up in that money-blue Benz (Skrr!)
One to two, kingpins
I’m fly (Gorgeous)
I’m a stretch one to two (One to two, stretch that shit)
I’m a stretch one to two
I need all mine, how I do? (How I do?)
Know how I fuckin' do?
Fiends, kingpins (Got these motherfuckers leanin'!)
One to two, kingpins
Them tings ringin' (Brr! Brr, Brr, Ow! Brr!)
Rockstar shit
This shit sound so crazy
Griselda shit
All my shooters stiff to this shit (
fuckin' at?)
Shit ain’t safe