[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
FLYGOD

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo—I was in my cell, I clicked my heels three times
Pink Just 2's, my khaki-suit mastermind
Water whip, toss the coke in the alkaline
Platinum and gold, Ron English hat to the side
Immaculate rhyme—it's so obvious
Watchin' the world from up top—snakeskin binoculars
Red companions, KAWS Xs on a suede mansion
My band room had a bedroom—my wrist be dancin'
My band room had a bedroom—my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin', we live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, grab the pot for ambition, we hopped over fences
Banana yellow Fiskers (Skrrrrrt)
Pushin' crack like we invented it
Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it (Got ten in it)
Kobe Jordan, pack we was kickin' it (Was kickin' it)
Anti Social Social Club wit' the snub, yo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Gave the TEC a lil' love boat (Brr)
Grand wizard, Patek band lizard, hand-kissin'
Miami Beach, geigers on Biscayne (Biscayne)
My shooter seen his PO and piss came
Thank God for my wrist game (Wrist game)
Countin' money in the bubble bath
Whip the half and got another half (Whip)
Rockin' Vetements, backhand you with the 40
Ask Lord, your head'll spin, a cold war Leatherman
You will never be better than, shots echoing
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Pulled up, red GL, looking all devilish (Skrt)
Word to the goggles on my Hebru Brantley
Red Supreme Louie gloves, eatin' scampi (Ah)
Supreme Louie box logo wit' the .44 (Boom, boom, boom!)
The way we sellin' squares, you'd swear them shits is bogo
(Shits is bogo, shits is bogo)
You'd swear them shits was fucking bogo
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Jumpin' to a conclusion could stunt your evolution
Like the trees, dumped into some dust-blunt fusion
Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time
It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine
Dare decline, scared money makes none
Take one, you should've flushed before the Jakes come
Old shart—specialty is flow art
Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart
Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish
Just bounce like gold-diggers, once the dough diminish
Phony, it gets lonely at the finish, yup
You see some deal dope, others steal hope
What's revealed is of a certain feel, grope
Yellow, moist, mushie; banana-peeled coke
At worst; could not be confused with real soap
Nope, you see, disaster is intended
In the face of truth, don't ever be offended
Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (Psst)
I make it faster than you spends it
End it