Nigo Louis (feat. Westside Gunn)
Blrrt, blrrt
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Ah)
Hit him with a headshot, he did the stanky leg
Ayo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Grr (Griselda)
Fuck these niggas, Lord (Boom boom)
Hit him with a headshot, he did the stanky leg (By Fashion Rebels)
Grr, grr, grr
AJ drivin' the Lamborghini at nineteen months, nigga (Blrrt, skrrt)
No help (Hit him with a headshot, he did the stanky legs)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Niggas is fucking bums (Grr)
(Hit him with a headshot, he did the stanky leg)
Ayy, yo, it's Westside Pootie and y'all already know what y'all is
When Ason was born, he came home in a Lamborghini
Y'all bums can't even spell Lamborghini
You ever got kicked out of school for bein' too fly?
I didn't think so, and I'm only in the fourth grade
And you should've seen what the principal was drivin', hilarious
Griselda is the greatest, Michelle is the greatest
Woo, grr (Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)
Woo, grr
Ayy, yo, boming through, banana peel yellow Aston
Banana clip hangin' out the Nigo Louis jacket (Louis jacket, grr)
My lil' nigga sixteen, he be crashin' (Skrrt)
Hittin' shit in broad daylight, what happened? (What happened?)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hittin' shit in broad daylight, what happened?
Went from Clarkston to Luverne, started taxxin'
Peace to all my Luverne niggas, they be whackin'
Pino, G Baby, Will, Big Ray, Armond got knocked
Came home, half a million-dollar bond
Bitches know me, you could smell the Baccarat
Livin' large, tasteless, got your house just on my right arm (Woo)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
If I ain't God, this the closest you ever saw (Woo, ah)
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best shit
Nigo Louis (feat. Westside Gunn)
Blrrt, blrrt
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Ah)
Dale un tiro en la cabeza, hizo el stanky leg
Ayo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Grr (Griselda)
Que se jodan estos cabrones, Señor (Boom boom)
Dale un tiro en la cabeza, hizo el stanky leg (By Fashion Rebels)
Grr, grr, grr
AJ manejando el Lamborghini a los diecinueve meses, cabrón (Blrrt, skrrt)
Sin ayuda (Dale un tiro en la cabeza, hizo el stanky leg)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Los cabrones son unos vagos (Grr)
(Dale un tiro en la cabeza, hizo el stanky leg)
Ayy, yo, soy Westside Pootie y ya saben quiénes son
Cuando Ason nació, llegó a casa en un Lamborghini
Ustedes vagos ni siquiera pueden escribir Lamborghini
¿Alguna vez te han expulsado de la escuela por ser demasiado cool?
No lo pensé, y solo estoy en cuarto grado
Y debiste ver lo que manejaba el director, hilarante
Griselda es la mejor, Michelle es la mejor
Woo, grr (Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)
Woo, grr
Ayy, yo, llegando, Aston amarillo como cáscara de plátano
Cargador de plátano colgando de la chaqueta Nigo Louis (chaqueta Louis, grr)
Mi pequeño cabrón de dieciséis, se está estrellando (Skrrt)
Dando golpes a plena luz del día, ¿qué pasó? (¿Qué pasó?)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Dando golpes a plena luz del día, ¿qué pasó?
Pasé de Clarkston a Luverne, empecé a cobrar
Paz a todos mis cabrones de Luverne, ellos son unos flojos
Pino, G Baby, Will, Big Ray, Armond fue atrapado
Regresó a casa, fianza de medio millón de dólares
Las perras me conocen, puedes oler el Baccarat
Viviendo a lo grande, sin gusto, tu casa justo en mi brazo derecho (Woo)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Si no soy Dios, esto es lo más cerca que has visto (Woo, ah)
¿No es esa la palabra en la calle?
FLYGOD tiene la mejor mierda
Escrita por: Elijah Hooks / Denny Laflare