letra de outlander - westside gunn
[intro]
ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo)
(myles, myles, got a minute?)
[verse 1]
ayo, the illest since master p (uh)
rich off drug dealin’ actually
these n-ggas tryna act like the illest, sh-t, blasphemy
you want a kilogram with no steps? n-gga, answer me
these n-ggas won’t get out of line, it be a tragedy (brr)
y’all be gassin’ these n-ggas
lv sweats, wu dunks, baggin’ the gza (ah)
i swear i hate these rap n-ggas, word to my wisdom
seen ‘chine gun in his casket and i kissed him
hit him broad day close-up, how could i miss him? (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i can’t wait ’til sly home, you should’ve seen us in prison
i had the all black prada jumpsuit on a mission
sh-t was just last week, i be still bullsh-ttin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[chorus]
i’m on my own d-ck
ayo, f-ck these n-ggas, lord (ayo, f-ck these n-ggas, lord)
yeah, i’m on my own d-ck (doot, doot)
y’all n-ggas can’t be f-cking serious (n-ggas can’t be f-cking serious, man)
we must not be listening to the same sh-t, man, i’m not im-f-cking-pressed at all (can’t f-ckin’ be)
i’m on my own d-ck
that n-gga trash
yeah, i’m on my own d-ck (doot, doot)
that n-gga trash (doot, doot)
that n-gga trash (doot, doot)
[verse 2]
ayo, three different colored rolls (skrr)
back-to-back with the blowers
blow like the ochoas
in the water like moses (whip)
posin’ in vetements
“rowdy” roddy piper with the headlock (ah)
hopped out the truck with mac-12, fake dreadlocks (brr)
it’s getting scary at night
bury a flight jacket, i was jesus christ in my past life
who f-ckin’ with me? name ’em
slayin’ in bottega, drainin’
slavin’ over hot stoves, took the cookie out, amen
he already rattin’ on day ten
my n-gga burnt (ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
my n-gga turnt, had a shootout with the state troopers (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
my homie got dressed, celebrated, ate peter luger
face in lagerfeld stocking, clocking
line ’em up, i watched ’em wash ’em, every dopehead say i got it (woo)
sh-t was all manifested from a cot
i’m from the eastside, it’s not one street you can’t get shot (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[chorus]
i’m on my own d-ck
yeah, i’m on my own d-ck
i’m on my own d-ck
yeah, i’m on my own d-ck
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