Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics

Westside Gunn – JD Wrist featuring Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics Music MP3 Download:

Song Name: JD Wrist
Artist Name: Westside Gunn
Fetauring: Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics
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Song Category: Latest Music
File format: Mp3/128kbps

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In this project, Westside Gunn works with Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics who really contributed to this music project with cool verses.

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Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics – JD Wrist Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo four door Ferrari, niggas know my body
Standing on the couch, me Pop Smoke and Bobby
Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi
Shootout on L avenue, caught a homi
Trap-A-Holics, what's happening? The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin snap that muh'fucka back, Squad!

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this
Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this
Europe for three months, bitch you don't trip like this
Shiny suit on who else you know cook a brick like this
Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix
Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo four door Ferrari, niggas know my body
Standing on the couch, me Pop Smoke and Bobby
Flyest nigga in the GQ party, wallahi
Shootout on L avenue, caught a homi
Down East Lafayette, breeze on the set
Frank Clegg duffels, mention me again I'm on your neck
Eating beef ball, well wagyu in the Jacks
Spilt my caviar Prada linen look a mess
I'm at Ibagari Hotel, 3K a night I think about Sly
How he on the cot for four lifes
I think about USP Atlanta, Holton with the mice
I think about FCI Colman noodles with the rice
I'm a eastside nigga, Children's Hospital baby
Peace to the park down the way, up the Bailey
ECMC broad day, you try to play me
I leave out the spot all the bitches wanna take me

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this
Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this
Europe for three months, bitch, you don't trip like this
Shiny suit on, who else you know cook a brick like this?
Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix
Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
I was hyped off all that cocaine money then the food came
Bagger spend nine hours skimping bundles in his Flu Games
When you spend your last and it don't cook, now that's some true pain
Youngboy pop three percs, he said that give him good aim
I feel like Shakur skippin' out in that Armani suit
Chopped it up with Wallo in a van outside Armani shoot
Nigga, you did twenty, now you got the juice
He said, "When they leave you open, Stove, you gotta shoot"
Water whippin' got the mix up, money came and they switched up
Fans came and they switched up, everything they shooting switched up
Bitch, I'm what it look like when the coke work
When the rap work, when the dope work
Blood red Supreme North Face faux fur
Rolls Royce with the chauffeur, got eleven bricks in both doors

[Verse 3: Estee Nack]
Choppers in the trunk, keep a hundred thou' in the safe
Treat a nigga like a junkie, get the fuck up out of my face
Blow it like an immediate feature — only gettin' laced
Get him up out of my space, get the [?] without a trace
With my peers I was pumping bass, many years I was up late
Feeling lethal, brought 'em in and we take them shits out of state
Niggas talking 'bout some beef so we killed it without a case
I can feel the hate, they obviously talking out of place
Wrap up them six Os, y'all niggas ain't never had no bread and it shows
Only thing I'm worried 'bout is my dawgs
Diamond carat on the ring and it glows
Sin City, niggas sniff blow, pay cash we smoking Hydro
Running laps, floating on the five-o
5 series Bimmer with my eyes closed
JD shooter for Chicago, take niggas on a long trip
Throw 'em in the lake, take a dip
Bake a cake, niggas know I'ma make it fit
Baggin' up right in front of a naked bitch
In the streets, getting money and takin' risks
Shit, I'll be damned if I ever chase a bitch
I might just fuck on your bitch and pay for her tits

[Refrain: Estee Nack]
Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets
Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit
Put a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets
I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses
Big booty on my lap, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets
Midnight riding 'round town, get his ass whacked tryna get at my profit
Put a nigga down, every service leaking like faucets
I be drippin' in designer sauces, got a bitch living like bosses

[Outro: Westside Pootie]
You's a window shopper!
You mad at me I think you know why
Ayo, it's Westside Pootie and I'm in Paris right now
Just landed from Cairo and before that, Milan
And before that, Rome and before that, Santorini
And before that, Athens and before that, Copenhagen
And before, I was at Paris Fashion Week
And this whole time the haters doing what? Exactly
And if y'all don't get it, just say that, if y'all broke, just say that
But don't deny greatness, that's just pathetic
Now let me go, I have a picnic set at the Eiffel
You's a window shopper!