Westside Gunn – “TV BOY”

Westside Gunn - TV BOY (prod. Beat Butcha & Daringer) (Audio, Lyrics)

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Westside Gunn Tv Boy
Westside Gunn Tv Boy

Rest assured that rumours of Westside Gunn’s retirement have been grossly exaggerated. In fact, the Griselda visionary is on the verge of delivering yet another new project, this time revisiting a long-running series for Hitler Wears Hermes 8. With that one officially on the way, Gunn has come through to drop a pair of new singles off the project, the first of which being the Daringer and Beat Butcha collaboration “TV BOY”

Being that this one was conjured by two of Griselda’s most consistent producers, it’s no surprise that “TV BOY” features the label’s grimy signature sound. Immersed in the warbling instrumental, Gunn lets fly an energetic dose of street lyricism, reflecting on his formative hustling days. “Beware, it’s the MAC squeezer,” he spits, buried in a mass of ad-libs and filthy percussion. “If all else fails, I kept Pyrex for scales / Last place was hell, I’m talkin’ 23 and 1 / Thirty minutes straight starin’ at the cell.”

Westside Gunn – TV BOY (prod. Beat Butcha & Daringer)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo
Brr
Brr

[Verse 1]
Ayo, we whip-whop dishes, four-fifth in the Enfantes Riches
Fifty-K for the Dolce and Gabana, refrigerator in the kitchen
Hand me the ice, Lord, sellin’ dope part of my religion
Back to back Maybach trucks (Skrrt), two-tone
Wet his baby mama house up (Brr, brr), I don’t give a fuck who home (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Knock your brains out the park like Pujols, new GOAT (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Y’all ain’t fuckin’ with me, that’s what I do know (That’s what I do know)
I was dumpin’ the work, my crack sumo (Ah)
I had to stash the culo, Givenchys with the dark
My sweaters look like Cujo (Ah), y’all niggas been fu
Hop out the CLS, mix the Dsquared2 with the Ruger

[Chorus]
Hand to hand the magazine, she skipped up the block (Ah)
Went to Jeanine’s, now they pipes steamin’ (Now the pipes steamin’)
Immaculate spoon (Ah), a monkey in the room
His legs wouldn’t move, now that nigga leanin’ (Now that nigga leanin’)

[Verse 2]
Ayo, the magnificent, the judge gave Sly infinite
Sittin’ in a cell, my dry wells spill Benjamins
Cherry GL (Skrrt), we wore Chanel to our sentencin’
Always prevail, your pace snail, who you dealin’ with? (Ah)
Moncler jean, beware, it’s the MAC squeezer (Brr, brr)
If all else fail, I kept Pyrex and scales (Ah)
Last place was hell, I’m talkin’ 23 and 1
Thirty minutes straight, we stared at the sun
I miss my old celly, I wish that nigga’d come home
Been locked since the ’80s, never had a cell phone
Used to dip out of bed and meet a bitch in Shoshone
Free that nigga J Batters, free my nigga Low Pro
Ever since I got rich, it’s niggas hatin’ on GOAT
Park the Cullinan on Bailey, got the ice on the road
When God made FLYGOD, he ain’t make ’em no more
And then the sun shined (And then the sun shined)

[Chorus]
Ayo, hand to hand the magazine, she skipped up the block (Ah)
Went to Jeanine’s (Ah), now they pipes steamin’ (Now the pipes steamin’)
Immaculate spoon, a monkey in the room
His legs wouldn’t move, now that nigga leanin’ (Now that nigga leanin’)

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