Westside Gunn – Danhausen Lyrics

Westside Gunn Danhausen Lyrics

Do I look like I want some damn flowers?
Conductor!
FLYGOD

Ayo, the Prada with the piranha bites
You know the price poltergeist
Fold the TEC up nice, fiends here and my work out of sight
Lose all nights, since flying kites
Said, “You’ll be home soon”, shawarma over rice
Been swag ever since the devil ceased the blood of Christ (Skrrrrrr)
He was just tryna feed his family and got life (Ah)
Mr. Almighty, can’t nobody fuck with me, I’m nice (Can’t nobody fuck!)
Shoot your block up and take your private flight, rocking Nikes (Grr, brrrrr, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
The hundred round drum should suffice (Grrrrrrr)
My Cartiers got wood and ice (Wood and ice, ah)
Ayo, red leather gloves with the salt and pepper mink draggin’
Sold dope for fifteen years in a week practice (Ah)
Imagine me listening to a nigga in cheap fabric (Conductor)
Your arms too short, when your reach stop, I reach past it
I’m massive (Ah), 80K for the watch, the band plastic
Dope house doing numbers, fantastic (Skrrrrrr)
Speedin’ in the Aston (Skrrrrr)
Allahu Akbar, I almost crashed in the majid (Ah)
Inshallah, I wake up to a bad bitch (Ah)
Just done four months straight, that’s a hat trick (That’s a hat trick)

Ayo, shoot one nigga or twenty, it’s the same (It’s the same)
Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (Skrrrr)
Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick
Told him bring me back thirty, he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing)

How the turkey can’t go, cherry red Dracos (Ah)
Had to stuff the work down ’cause he ain’t grab the Draino
Ten bricks, take a step, chess, he looking prego
I’m insane, yo, shootouts all day though (Brr-brr-brrrrr)
In the same boat, brains flow if you giving out halos
Bench press wearing the same clothes (Ah)
Look how his vein shows, we copy and paste those
You sniffing dope and coke with the same nose (Sniff)
Ayo, your favorite rapper trash (Ah)
Redeye on the Hellcat, doing the dash (Skrrrr)
Put money on your head, I ain’t even hit the stash (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)
If I can’t have it, you going tonight, Hall N’ Nash (Boom-boom-boom-boom!)
Heard your man ratting, nigga, how he get a pass? (How he get a pass?)
Heard you ain’t put no work in, how you get a rack? (How you get a rack?)
Shit off the runway, you don’t even got a tag (Ah)
Purple with the scorpions hanging off my ass
One blast had him sweating bad in his glass (Ah)
Shoot this shit up with no mask, we rockin’ brass (Brrrrrr, ah)
Laughin’ like “Yeah, I did it, you felt the wrath” (Ah)
Plus your work ain’t come back, you looking sad (Ooh)

Yo, shoot one nigga or twenty, it’s the same (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)
Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (Skrrr, what a shame)
Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick
Told him bring me back thirty, he sniffed the whole thing (Sniffed the whole thing)

    Lyrics Knowledge:
  • Written by: Westside Gunn
  • Album: Peace “Fly” God
  • Released: 2022