Gov Ball

[Intro: sample & Westside Gunn] What the fuck'd I do? Diss a whole bunch of pussy ass rappers? Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then, man These niggas, y'all think these niggas tough (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) But I don't think these niggas real killas I know what's goin' on [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ay yo These rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws I had to tell that bitch, "Don't touch my waves!" Layin' by the pool, $3K for the shades 100 round drum release five in your brain When bricks went on sale I was going insane My shooter said, "Lord, you don't even gotta pay me I'ma shoot the fuck nigga block up for the fame" Still duckin' my third felony, I'm on skates Fuck the halfway house, I'd rather wait Three stamps for some noodles and I'm straight Griselda is the illest, no debate [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm fuckin' they broads Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls That nigga had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Laying by the pool $3K for the shades These rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls [Verse 2: Conway] Yeah Get you whacked it only cost a band Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land My shooter been buggin' since niggas off'ed his man Lil' dirty nigga, type to piss and don't wash his hands Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam Niggas rap good about them bricks But never bought a gram Flow outta this world I'm the martian man Every shirt sell out in minutes Now that's a market plan, yeah If I reach it's for a weapon Release three in your chest And in peace you niggas restin' Leave niggas in sections Pieces of you left in the street nigga I'm more than a street nigga, you guessed it Pussy, I'm never beefin' on a record I beat niggas to death That'll teach niggas a lesson Machine nigga Free all the real niggas locked I'm a king nigga One hundred shots in that magazine nigga [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm fuckin' they broads Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls That nigga had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Laying by the pool $3K for the shades These rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Nigga We taking all comers Caking all summer They playing basketball We playing take they ball from 'em I'm in front of the stove wit' it Check the score, the Rolex is gold I'm going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac shit Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit They passing around Moet bottles, but I don't gossip All I do is real nigga shit like a Wiggle and shake to get through my day And I don't assume I just been down and diggin' my crate And end up on the moon Once you hit a nigga in the eye They gon' change though Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky Ain't no rainbow I was born physically conflicted with Christ Though I'm God sent, I was sent through the light Though I was meant to only exist in the night There's only one of me I can easily imagine runnin' rap But I can't even fathom rap running me I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes And be hangin' with YesJulz Or be wearin' leather pants with the chaps underneath Lookin' like half a fag Bout to have a glass of "flat tummy tea" Tell your wife chill out with the retweets And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer She may just stay saner, I may just roll up in the Wraith Where she play and just David Blaine her [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm fuckin' they broads Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls That nigga had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Laying by the pool $3K for the shades These rap niggas at the governor ball I'm baggin' eight balls