Westside Gunn- GEORGE BONDO + SKIT (Best Clean Version) | LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION!!!!!!

The skit at the end is so cool | Subscribe for unboxings, thoughts, clean edits, reviews! | Original Video Publishers: Westside Gunn - Topic| Song: "George Bondo" | Artists: Westside Gunn Feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine | Clean Version Edited by: Jasul Araez in iMovie |Song Published Through: Griselda x Fashion Rebels Publishing Designee/Copyright Control. | LYRICS BELOW: (Westside Gunn – Verse 1) Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war/ Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)/ My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine/ Just shot a n*gga on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope/ Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, n*** tasteless/cells pop, n***s came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (ah)/ N****s catch you at the showers for a hundred soups/ Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (skrrt)/ The chopper on double loop/Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot/ We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (ah)/ Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'/ Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain't breathin'/ The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'/ You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold a hundred?/ Then spent it all in the same weekend, razors leave your face leakin' (ah)/ Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces/ Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit/ Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build s*** (Conway The Machine – Verse 2) Look, uh, we was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (cap)/ Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (hahahaha)/ Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (we really sold that)/S*** was movin' fast as we cookin' up, we sell it quick (hah)/ Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off/ Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that s*** off, take that s*** off , n***a/ I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff/ Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my b***h cough (cap)/ They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off/ They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah)/ The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (whip)/ And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss/ I drop the bag, I have you picked off (boom, boom, boom, boom)/My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (cap)/ He just aim steady the stainless (hah)/ Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)/ Rap n*** go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)/ Get n*** clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (uh huh)/ I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)/ My life is definitely changin'/ Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (what up, baby?)/ If thou steal from Flygod, that's a sin/ It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen/ Back again, MAC clap your men, stack the half an M/ I was him, before you ever heard me on a track with Em (The Machine, n****) (Benny the Butcher – Verse 3) Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody)/ Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher coming n***) / Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie/That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)/ I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent/When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah)/ Is y'all n*** rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)/ I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh/ Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in/ Twenty K spent, that's how my day went/ Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)/ Mirrors smoke grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in/ Telly by the border, Gl**k on top of the covers (uh huh)/ The room next door got duffel's stacked on top of each other/ Me and my old plug alright (we cool), but we don't rock with each other/ That was only business, and we done did a lot for each other (I made that n***a rich)/ Yeah, I'll f**k around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)/ Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer/ You know my Backwood like two fingers (tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'/ Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (my stove game still official)/ Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)/ Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (uh)/ I'm up due to all of the bulls**t that I avoided/ She s**k, f**k, count up the money, but still annoyin'/ It's Griselda, it's griselda #JasulAraez #WSG #Benny #Conway #GriseldaXFR