Vader (feat. Benny The Butcher)

Westside Gunn

Compositor: Daringer

Oh, you didn't know?
Yo' ass better call somebody
Aah
Let's go
Aah
The butcher coming, nigga!

These niggas think it's just rap and then swear we all playin'
'Til I’m paranoid and sprayin' like an aerosol can
Got a hammer on that I could stuff a cannonball in
I'll really pull fifty racks out a mannitol can
Think I panic? Small chance.. (never), Be careful who you call friends
Money too dirty, need the crib and the car cleansed
Uh, I paid a thousand dollars for the Fear of God vans
Shooters outside my crib, look like where Farrakhan stand
Uh, Where I'm from, the money good, yeah, the bricks is sellin'
And most niggas gon' send a hitta before they send a message
But it's like every corner hot, even the bitches tellin'
You got hoes with fed cases gettin' sentenced pregnant
With these hoes, I've always been selective
With the flow, I been respected, count the bodies that my pen collected
Road to riches, pick the Lexus, never miss the exit
You know what happens when you meet Griselda, you get connected

In the bushes with the mask-like Vader nigga
In the bushes with the mask-like Vader nigga
In the bushes with the mask-like Vader nigga
In the bushes with the mask-like Vader nigga