Hall - Westside Gunn

Ayo, ayo, ayo

Ayo, Buscemis with the cages

Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker (Griselda)

Fiends fallin' out the sky for it

My pack’s ten a piece

Shot his baby mom’s house he thought shit was sweet

Whole team rocking Hender Schemes and McQueen

My nigga got a fresh 15 at McKean

Bodies dropping on the regular, my town ain’t shit

Get money, get killed, niggas scared to get rich

Look like somebody wrote all over the Raf Simmon drips

White bitch out the Six, suckin' dicks, speakin' French

That’s life for me

I got too many shooters that’ll come take a fuck nigga whole life for free

These not Timbs little nigga, these Balmains

Please get it right for me

Ayo, they got the FLYGOD hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss

TECs with air holes yo, he had to cool them off

Style on Forbes, I’m talkin' Double X L

Told pussy I need a skirt, I sent 10 in the mail

Break 'em down, we all bag, weigh the eights with a hand scale

Grams sell like clockwork, the shootin' was Mach' work

Make sure he knock first, we dealin' for Fox worth

Hopped out the GL Benz, OVO tens

Wang windbreaker with no wind

Fresh out that cell, I got a brick and a MAC

Maybach back-to-back, wrist need to relax

Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack

Yo, what’s your name, hun?

My name West, what’s your digits?

In '98 I wore two Cubans up in Clinton, now I’m a legend

Let me talk fly for a second

I had you lookin' tall in Giuseppes while you naked