BDP
Westside Gunn [feat. Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks] Lyrics

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What the fuck? (Conductor)
Y'all niggas trash
Ayo, check

I'm God's favorite, when I spit, the bar raises
Before I got my start, was sellin' hard drugs to Caucasians
Fought cases, now we high in double R's racin' (skrrt)

I came up, they all thought it was voodoo from the Haitians (haha)
In all greatness, God, the top lonely but it ain't spacious (uh-huh)
The comp all washed up with fiend-out faces (niggas poor)
They ain't shit, just for me to prosper, had to take risks
My Off-White Dunks got the criss-cross laces (uh-huh)
I push a spaceship all through the New York Matrix (vroom)
Where good kids catch bids and turn Incarcerated Scarfaces
Rather serve you coke outta my palm than work for small wages (uh-huh)
Kick your door, pray Allah save us, we all favored
Casablanca scarf wiping prints off the stainless (uh-huh)
I knock whoever off, underground artists or A-list (boom-boom-boom)
If they in the lane, they just roadkill on the pavement (uh)
It's GxFR, dangerous, nothin' to play with
It's pure poison on your playlist
I'm like dark skin Michael Jackson stylin', moonwalkin' on stages (woo)
I'm a lord, they all hit the floor and give off praises
Still got dog food residue on my razor

Ayo, I move mountains, move work through public housin' (ah)
Shootout, shells hit the ground, at least a thousand (grrrt)
My bitch Nina hit like Ronda Rousey (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Used to sip cups of purple 'til I was drowsy
Then there was a drought, no yellow or green for me (uh-uh)
My .40 got a big nose like BDP (ba-da-ba-ba-ba)
Murder bravado, the plug said, "No hablo"
I looked across, I seen at least a thousand bricks, Alhamdulillah
The most gorgeous (agh), the most gifted (agh), prolific (agh)
Four-fifth kick like Bruce shit (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
The sky hawk throwin' two blicks, ruthless
Fiend hit the pipe all you heard was

This is how we do it
(This is how we do it)
Sha la la la la la lo

Uh, who fuckin' with me, who? (Who fuckin' with me?)
We swam through water, whip in a Chanel scuba suit (haha)
Gucci cape for my nigga, he gon' super shoot (grrrt, bap-bap)
They played the wiretap back for me, I sounded like Magoo (hahaha)
Told my lawyer, "Cool" (yeah) it wasn't me (It wasn't me)
My nigga brought the work back on his niece
Had it wrapped around her legs like Lebron, icin' his knees
What nigga nicer than me? They drownin' fightin' to breathe
I seen rock smoke in the air (yes), seen feds run up the stairs
I seen a million on Flip' neck, Versace on Claire
Seen one turn to two, like I put it in the mirror
I seen a nigga air the block out in a Oldsmobile Alero (brrrt, bap-bap-bap)

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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "BDP" by Westside Gunn feat. Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks depict a raw and unapologetic portrayal of their lives as street hustlers and their rise to success in the rap game. The opening lines set the tone, as Westside Gunn asserts himself as God's favorite, highlighting his lyrical prowess. He reflects on his past, selling drugs to caucasians and fighting legal battles, ultimately overcoming the odds.

The lyrics also touch on themes of ambition and sacrifice. Westside Gunn mentions taking risks and making difficult choices in order to prosper. He compares himself to dark-skinned Michael Jackson, a symbol of talent and showmanship, suggesting that he is a force to be reckoned with in the music industry.

Rome Streetz and Stove God Cooks contribute their own verses, further emphasizing their street credibility and lyrical skill. References to violence and drug culture are prevalent throughout the song, painting a vivid picture of their gritty lifestyles.

Line by Line Meaning

C-conductor, we have a problem
There is a significant issue or challenge that needs immediate attention

What the fuck? (Conductor)
Expressing shock or disbelief at the situation

Y'all niggas trash
Referring to others as being of inferior quality or talent

Ayo, check
Listen closely or pay attention

I'm God's favorite, when I spit, the bar raises
I possess exceptional talent and my performances elevate the standards

Before I got my start, was sellin' hard drugs to Caucasians
Prior to my rise in the music industry, I engaged in illegal activities, catering specifically to white drug users

Fought cases, now we high in double R's racin' (skrrt)
After overcoming legal battles, we now enjoy a lavish lifestyle, driving luxury cars at high speeds

I came up, they all thought it was voodoo from the Haitians (haha)
As I achieved success, people attributed it to some mystical or supernatural powers associated with Haitian culture, but it was just hard work

In all greatness, God, the top lonely but it ain't spacious (uh-huh)
Being at the pinnacle of success can be isolating despite its desirability

The comp all washed up with fiend-out faces (niggas poor)
The competition is defeated and depleted, reduced to desperate and impoverished individuals

They ain't shit, just for me to prosper, had to take risks
Others are insignificant, and I had to pursue risky actions to achieve my own success

My Off-White Dunks got the criss-cross laces (uh-huh)
I wear trendy Off-White sneakers with laces in a criss-cross pattern

I push a spaceship all through the New York Matrix (vroom)
I drive extravagant cars in the urban landscape of New York City, metaphorically comparing the city to the Matrix

Where good kids catch bids and turn Incarcerated Scarfaces
Even well-behaved individuals can end up in legal trouble and adopt a criminal mentality while incarcerated

Rather serve you coke outta my palm than work for small wages (uh-huh)
I prefer engaging in drug dealing rather than settling for low-paying jobs

Kick your door, pray Allah save us, we all favored
When forcibly entering someone's residence, we pray for divine protection, as we believe ourselves to be blessed

Casablanca scarf wiping prints off the stainless (uh-huh)
I use a Casablanca designer scarf to clean any fingerprints from my firearm

I knock whoever off, underground artists or A-list (boom-boom-boom)
I have the capability to defeat and surpass both lesser-known and highly regarded musicians

If they in the lane, they just roadkill on the pavement (uh)
Anyone attempting to compete in my lane will be metaphorically crushed and defeated

It's GxFR, dangerous, nothin' to play with
Being associated with GxFR signifies danger and should not be taken lightly

It's pure poison on your playlist
The music produced by GxFR is immensely captivating and addictive

I'm like dark skin Michael Jackson stylin', moonwalkin' on stages (woo)
I possess the confidence and talent to captivate audiences like Michael Jackson, performing with a similar style and flair

I'm a lord, they all hit the floor and give off praises
My presence and influence are so commanding that people willingly bow down and praise me

Still got dog food residue on my razor
There are traces of illegal substances on my razor, indicating my involvement in drug-related activities

Ayo, I move mountains, move work through public housin' (ah)
I possess the ability to overcome significant obstacles and successfully distribute drugs within public housing projects

Shootout, shells hit the ground, at least a thousand (grrrt)
During a violent conflict, numerous rounds of ammunition were fired, resulting in a significant number of expended shells on the ground

My bitch Nina hit like Ronda Rousey (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
My firearm named Nina is as powerful and impactful as the punches thrown by professional fighter Ronda Rousey

Used to sip cups of purple 'til I was drowsy
I used to consume a concoction called purple drank until it induced drowsiness

Then there was a drought, no yellow or green for me (uh-uh)
A scarcity of drugs occurred, resulting in a lack of availability of cocaine and marijuana for me

My .40 got a big nose like BDP (ba-da-ba-ba-ba)
My .40 caliber handgun has an extended muzzle, reminiscent of the iconic design of Boogie Down Productions

Murder bravado, the plug said, "No hablo"
I confidently exude an aura of violence, while the drug supplier I interact with denies having any knowledge or involvement

I looked across, I seen at least a thousand bricks, Alhamdulillah
Gazing at my surroundings, I witness an immense amount of cocaine bricks, expressing gratitude to God

The most gorgeous (agh), the most gifted (agh), prolific (agh)
I am the epitome of attractiveness, exceptional talent, and remarkable productivity

Four-fifth kick like Bruce shit (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
My firearm, a .45 caliber, possesses significant recoil and packs a punch like the strikes delivered by Bruce Lee

The sky hawk throwin' two blicks, ruthless
I swiftly fire two shots from my firearm, with no mercy or compassion

Fiend hit the pipe all you heard was
Drug addicts immediately resort to smoking crack cocaine, resulting in the sound of inhaling and exhaling from the pipe

This is how we do it
This is our established method of operation

(This is how we do it)
Reinforcing the statement above

Sha la la la la la lo
Nonsensical phrase used as a rhythmic and catchy component of the song

Uh, who fuckin' with me, who? (Who fuckin' with me?)
Challenging others to compete with or match his level of skill or influence

We swam through water, whip in a Chanel scuba suit (haha)
Metaphorically navigating through challenges and dangerous circumstances while dressed in luxury fashion

Gucci cape for my nigga, he gon' super shoot (grrrt, bap-bap)
Providing protection and a sense of invincibility to his associate, who will retaliate with intense gunfire

They played the wiretap back for me, I sounded like Magoo (hahaha)
Upon listening to the recordings of conversations obtained through wiretapping, Westside Gunn's voice was distorted or indiscernible, similar to the character Magoo

Told my lawyer, "Cool" (yeah) it wasn't me (It wasn't me)
Informing his attorney that regardless of the evidence, he will deny any involvement or connection to the illegal activities

My nigga brought the work back on his niece
His associate smuggled drugs by hiding them on his niece's person

Had it wrapped around her legs like Lebron, icin' his knees
The drugs were concealed around her legs in a manner similar to how basketball player LeBron James applies ice to his knees

What nigga nicer than me? They drownin' fightin' to breathe
There is no one more talented or skilled than Westside Gunn, causing others to struggle and suffocate in their attempts to compete

I seen rock smoke in the air (yes), seen feds run up the stairs
Witnessing the sight of crack cocaine being heated and converted into smoke, as well as law enforcement agents rapidly ascending a staircase

I seen a million on Flip' neck, Versace on Claire
Observing a massive amount of money hanging from Flip's neck, and another individual wearing Versace clothing named Claire

Seen one turn to two, like I put it in the mirror
A single illicit item multiplied and duplicated, reminiscent of the reflection seen when placing an object in front of a mirror

I seen a nigga air the block out in a Oldsmobile Alero (brrrt, bap-bap-bap)
A person fired a weapon to clear the surrounding area while driving an Oldsmobile Alero

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aaron Cooks, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Denzel Williams, Jerome Allen

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