[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 X's 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 P.O. and piss came (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 WALL 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)

Huh, 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, mushy, 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 (I make it faster than you spend it)

End it