In 2016, he released his first commercial album, Flygod. On March 3, 2017, Griselda Records signed a deal with Eminem's Shady Records, a subsidiary of Interscope, making Westside Gunn and Conway the first rappers from Buffalo to sign with a major label.
Shortly after signing with Shady Records, Westside released Flygod Is Good... All the Time, as a collaborative EP with producer Mr. Green. Since signing with Eminem, Westside Gunn has collaborated with Busta Rhymes, Anderson .Paak, Jadakiss, Pete Rock, DJ Premier, The Alchemist, and MF Doom and has played at Coachella, Firefly and Governors Ball. Ambrosia For Heads named 2018's Supreme Blientele one of the best albums of 2018. He also signed with Roc Nation alongside label mate Benny the Butcher on August 6, 2019, under a management deal.
On April 17, 2020, he released his third studio album, Pray for Paris. The album has features from artists such as Tyler, the Creator, Joey Bada$$ and Freddie Gibbs. The album was well received by critics, with Pitchfork giving it an 8 out of 10. On July 3, 2020, Westside Gunn released his tenth mixtape Flygod Is an Awesome God 2, the sequel to his July 2019 mixtape Flygod Is an Awesome God. The album features guest appearances by Benny the Butcher, as well as frequent collaborators like Keisha Plum, Boldy James, and Daringer. On October 2, 2020, Westside released his Shady Records debut, Who Made the Sunshine. The album was originally scheduled for release on August 28, the second annual Westside Gunn Day โ a day in Buffalo commemorated by the mayor in recognition of Gunn's efforts in his hometown. However, it was delayed, out of respect for the death of DJ Shay. The album includes the entire Griselda Records roster and was accompanied with a short documentary following Westside's life before being sent to prison.
Shootouts In Soho
Westside Gunn Lyrics
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Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your face? No case
Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space
Jean Paul Gaultier, see-through Jamaican tank top
Hopped out the two-tone, Lord, made the bank stop
Doubt me if you need five or better
Baby, not in a Brianna sweater
Ayo, the triple beam love us (ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem and he loved it (ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem like a trumpet (grrah, grrah, grrah)
He fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder (woo)
Ayo, who rockin' the road from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you better blow
He might got it, you never know, style blow
Out a linger gown, chop his fingers down, you broke (ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drop a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz
Growin' up, I had to struggle, know what come with the buzz (yeah)
I might've fucked a few girls, just to get me some love
In my day, you learn the hard way, what gullible was
I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs
Mmp, bottle empty (bah), I got means, I got plenty (bah)
I got lean on my kidneys, I wear jeans that don't fit me (damn)
I feel free as my willy, pockets fat as a whales
See, as a kid they tried to scare me, like them reefers was gon' kill me (real)
Who else you know got smoked like a chimney?
Chimney smokin', ain't no hit
Take your chains off, you're already chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole by the big toe (grrah)
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for, and more (bitch)
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (oh)
Jim stones and a red Pelle', like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked
Pulled up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs
Dressed in fox, bearin' thots, steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin'
Like a pair of Docs, check it, now
Chains like I'm Mister T, chains like I'm Mister T
Chains like I'm Mister T (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said chains like I'm Mister T, chains like I'm Mister T (skrrt, ah)
Chains like I'm Mister T (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope
I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope
Thirty-six O's in a kilo, you know
Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know
I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope
Uh, second floor apartment, seventeen with the burners all high
Get your hands hot
Got it for the low, but the drought price high
All white clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
My bitch like, "Is it Ablo or Abloh? ", I don't know
I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats
I know lighter flames under bent spoons, black smoke
Backstroke through the blood money and the crack smoke
Can't breathe, cryin', then them tears look like snowflakes on the jeans
That's perfect for me 'cause I bring snow through every season (woo)
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Once the feds come, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Once the money gone they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Woo, ha
Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it
High out his mind, cooked a whole brick
The lyrics to Westside Gunn's "Shootouts in Soho" depict a gritty and vivid portrayal of the drug trade and street life. The opening lines reference the chef cooking drugs for three days straight, with eager customers lined up. The mention of a Celine on someone's face suggests a reference to expensive designer drugs. The lyrics make it clear that drug deals are thriving, with more customers than supply.
As the song continues, Westside Gunn alludes to his own luxurious lifestyle, wearing high-end fashion and boasting about his wealth. The line "the triple beam love us" refers to the triple beam scale used to measure drugs, suggesting that he is successful in the drug trade. There is also a mention of a friend falling out of a wheelchair, adding a touch of unexpected drama to the narrative.
The chorus highlights the hardships and struggles that Westside Gunn faced growing up, using drugs and women as a way to find temporary relief. The lyrics touch on the idea of learning the hard way and the vulnerability that comes with naivetรฉ. Despite the difficulties, Westside Gunn celebrates his triumphs and the reality of being a "thug" in a world that doesn't fully understand it.
Overall, the lyrics of "Shootouts in Soho" paint a vivid picture of the drug trade and street life, showcasing both the allure and the harsh realities of this underground world.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
My chef has been cooking drugs nonstop for three days
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
Customers are waiting in line for four houses, there's no shortage
What the fuck is that Celine on your face? No case
Why the hell are you wearing that Celine mask, no worries about getting caught
Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space
Drug deals are going smoothly, more money is piling up like outer space
Jean Paul Gaultier, see-through Jamaican tank top
Wearing a transparent Jamaican tank top designed by Jean Paul Gaultier
Hopped out the two-tone, Lord, made the bank stop
Stepping out of the two-tone car, causing everyone to stop and stare
Love is with no strings, please
Love is unconditional and without any expectations
Doubt me if you need five or better
If you need more than five grams, don't doubt my abilities
Baby, not in a Brianna sweater
Don't expect me to be in a Brianna sweater, I'm too fancy for that
Ayo, the triple beam love us (ah, ah)
We are successful in the drug business with our precision weighing scale
Flip hit a stem and he loved it (ah, ah)
Flip smoked a crack pipe and enjoyed the high
Flip hit a stem like a trumpet (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Flip smoked crack with such intensity, it sounded like a trumpet
He fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder (woo)
He got so high on drugs that he fell out of his wheelchair, now I'm amazed
Ayo, who rockin' the road from head to toe?
Who is fully dressed in designer gear from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you better blow
If you show off your gun, you better use it
He might got it, you never know, style blow
He might have a gun, but it's uncertain, he just talks a big game
Out a linger gown, chop his fingers down, you broke (ah)
If you come at us, you'll end up beaten and broke, we're not messing around
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
We're aggressive and ready for anything, like a pumped-up wrestler on cocaine
I might drop a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz
I might sell a small amount of drugs just to make a little profit
Growin' up, I had to struggle, know what come with the buzz (yeah)
I had a difficult upbringing, and I understand the consequences of the drug trade
I might've fucked a few girls, just to get me some love
I might have had casual relationships with multiple women just to feel loved
In my day, you learn the hard way, what gullible was
Back in my day, you had to learn through tough experiences, what it meant to be easily fooled
I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs
I'm like, you experienced losses in life but also had some victories
What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs
Despite the challenges, it's still a wonderful world and it's no surprise we turned to a life of crime
Mmp, bottle empty (bah), I got means, I got plenty (bah)
My bottle is empty, but I have the resources and abundance
I got lean on my kidneys, I wear jeans that don't fit me (damn)
I have codeine in my system, and I wear jeans that are too big for me
I feel free as my willy, pockets fat as a whales
I feel liberated and wealthy, my pockets are overflowing with money
See, as a kid they tried to scare me, like them reefers was gon' kill me (real)
As a child, they tried to frighten me, claiming that smoking marijuana would be my downfall
Who else you know got smoked like a chimney?
Do you know anyone else who consumes drugs so excessively?
Chimney smokin', ain't no hit
I'm smoking drugs like a chimney, there's no end to it
Take your chains off, you're already chainsmokin'
You don't need to wear expensive chains, you're already addicted to smoking drugs
Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow
Desperately craving drugs, craving for an intense music performance
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not?
My mother takes care of the drug operation, making biscuits and selling chicken, regardless of any danger
Dirty socks with the hole by the big toe (grrah)
Wearing worn-out socks with a hole near the big toe, indicating a lack of wealth
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for, and more (bitch)
This is everything I dreamed of, wished for, and even better than expected
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (oh)
All I ever wanted was a Benz car and some attractive women
Jim stones and a red Pelle', like I'm Jim Jones
Wearing diamond jewelry and a red leather jacket, just like Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked
Bought a new chain and left it locked in a safe on my dresser
Pulled up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs
Arrived wearing outdated shoes, dress socks, and even crocs
Dressed in fox, bearin' thots, steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin'
Wearing expensive fur coats, attracting beautiful women, stepping out in style without breaking a sweat
Like a pair of Docs, check it, now
Just like Dr. Martens shoes, check it out now
Chains like I'm Mister T, chains like I'm Mister T
Wearing heavy chains like the famous Mr. T
Said chains like I'm Mister T, chains like I'm Mister T (skrrt, ah)
I said chains like I'm Mister T, chains like I'm Mister T, skrrt
Chains like I'm Mister T (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wearing chains like I'm Mister T, yeah
I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope
I'm currently busy cooking drugs, can't answer the phone
I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope
I can't have a conversation with you right now, I'm busy cooking drugs
Thirty-six O's in a kilo, you know
There are thirty-six ounces in a kilogram, you should know that
Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know
There are dolphins swimming in the pot, like the NFL player Dan Marino
I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope
I can't have a conversation with you right now, sweetheart, I'm busy cooking drugs
Uh, second floor apartment, seventeen with the burners all high
Living in a second-floor apartment, being seventeen years old and having the stove burners turned up high
Get your hands hot
Get ready to handle hot items
Got it for the low, but the drought price high
Bought the drugs for a low price, but during a drug shortage, the price is high
All white clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
Seeing white clouds in the sky, reminding me of designer Virgil Abloh
My bitch like, "Is it Ablo or Abloh? ", I don't know
My partner is unsure whether to pronounce it Ablo or Abloh, and I don't know either
I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats
I know about cocaine, and I know about Balenciaga coats
I know lighter flames under bent spoons, black smoke
I know how to use a lighter to heat up drugs on a bent spoon, resulting in black smoke
Backstroke through the blood money and the crack smoke
Swimming through the profits from illegal activities and the smoke of crack cocaine
Can't breathe, cryin', then them tears look like snowflakes on the jeans
Unable to breathe properly and crying, causing tears to resemble snowflakes on the jeans
That's perfect for me 'cause I bring snow through every season (woo)
That works well for me since I sell cocaine all year round
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
People don't care about you anymore
Once the feds come, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Once the authorities are involved, people won't support you anymore
Woo, ha
Expressing excitement or enthusiasm
Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it
Al Woo smoked crack and enjoyed the high
High out his mind, cooked a whole brick
Extremely intoxicated, he successfully processed a large quantity of drugs
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aaron Cooks, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Michael Denny, Rakim Mayers
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Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends locked up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your face? No case
Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space
Jean Paul Gaultier, see through Jamaican tanktop
Hopped out the two-tone lord, made the bank stop
Love is with no strings, please
Doubt me if you need five or better, baby, not in a Brianna sweater
The triple beam love us (ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem and he loved it (ah, ah)
Flip hit a stem like a trumpet (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hะต fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder (woo)
Ayo, who rockin' the road from hะตad to toe?
If you pull it out, you better blow (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He might got it, you never know
Style blow, out a linger gown
Chop his fingers down, you broke (ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drip a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz
Growin' up, I had to struggle to know what comfortable was (yeah)
I might've fucked a few girls just to get 'em to love
In my day, you learned the hard way what gullible was
I'm like, you took a few Ls, won a few dubs
What a wonderful world (uh), it's no wonder we thugs
MMP, bottle empty (bah) I got means, I got plenty (bah)
I got lean on my kidneys, I wear jeans that don't fit me (damn)
I feel free as my willie, pockets fat as a whale
See as a kid they tried to scare me like them reefers was gon' kill me (grim)
Who else you know got smoke like a chimney? Chimney smokin'
Ain't no hit, take your chains off, you're already chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole, bought a big coat (grrah)
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for, and more (bitch)
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (ho')
Gemstones and a red Pelle like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked
Roll up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs
Dressed in fox, bearin' thots, steppin' out, drippin', not sweatin'
Like a pair of docks, check it, now
Chains like I'm Mr. T, chains like I'm Mr. T
Change like I'm Mr. T
Said chains like I'm Mr. T, chains like I'm Mr. T (skrrt, ah)
Change like I'm Mr. T (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope (I can't answer the phone right now, I'm cookin' dope)
I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope (I can't talk to you right now, bitch, I'm cookin' dope)
36 O's in a kilo, you know
Dolphins in the pot, Dan Marino, you know
I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope (I can't talk to you right now, baby, I'm cookin' dope), ah
Second floor apartment, 17 with the burners on high
Get your hands high
Got it for the low, but the drought price high
Off-White clouds, tell me Virgil in the sky
My bitch like, "Is it Ablo or Abloh?" I don't know
I know coke, I know Balenciaga coats
I know lighter flames under bent spoons, black smoke
Backstroke through the blood money and the crack smoke
Can't breathe, cryin' then them tears look like snowflakes on the jeans
That's perfect for me 'cause I bring snow to every season (woo!)
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Once the Feds come, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Once the money gone, they don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
Ha, Al Woo hit the stem and he loved it
High out his mind, cooked a whole brick (high out his mind, cooked a whole brick)
Dutch beats
Rocky fits so well westside is amazing at curating! ๐ฆโจ๐ฏ
Smegul14
Its godly
kenny martin
@ะัะฐะปััะฝะตัHousะต who cares what that mf thinks honestly
Whats It to ya
@ะัะฐะปััะฝะตัHousะต whatever this is a certificate hood classic
Whataburger
@ะัะฐะปััะฝะตัHousะต irrelevant af
ะัะฐะปััะฝะตัHousะต
unfortunately our guy anthony fantano doesn't agree
TH Monroe
Rocky is so good on this beat. Also the beats sounds like a chill Halloween night
Emmanuel Vincent
Westside deserves all the flowers he gets. His curation game is impeccable ๐ฆโ๏ธ๐ฆโ๏ธ๐ฆ
Corey LaMarr
I love when niggas talk that intelligent shit..like calling Wes a curator..that's exactly what the fuck he is..I was calling his shit art before I knew he looked at it that way..this nigga albums are like museums I swear..
Steven Vega
Whole Album On Repeat ALL DAY ๐ฆโ๏ธ