Daringer - Chine Gun lyrics

[Scratches: Daringer] If it's beef, listen I will blam you Griselda [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Aye yo The pack whipper, gold plastic wrap zipper The MAC gripper, the two-for-five crack pitcher The Ronnie Fieg rocker, the off-white biker over the chopper This is 23 in one lock up Paint the [?] Bape Camo, Hang out the sunroof like Rambo Cheese, eggs and grits outta Pano's Virgil, Vandal, Van Gogh, I lust for bank rolls b**hes be rubbin' my feet while you chase hoes I was ahead of my time, baking soda, wrappin' yola Treach on the one and two, I copped the Rover Some n***as wanna hate 'cuz I'm greater Sent my son to hang on the calls, Bulgari down three days later A half a milli in j**els, I had the 40 on me Try if you want, I'll spill your brains on your trophy [Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo] Try if you want, I'll spray your brains on 'em [Scratches: Daringer] n***as can't f** with S.E Remember that [Interlude] Listen, I'm on my J.O.B In the hood, a live boy I'ma bang my heat And I've never been the n***a to pause If there's beef, f** 'em, I hit his block And I'm tossin' 'em all Alot of n***as talkin' big like they gangsta and such And the hollows won't flip that truck f*ggot, listen, I will blam you Murder Block One is what what it is [Inaudible]