Vogue cover - Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks

I let the work dry on the Vogue cover

Made it snow for seven whole summers

Feds tappin', I don’t want no numbers

Don’t ask the price, bitch, you know the numbers

Out the pot, settled on the Vogue cover

It’s gon' blizzard for the whole summer

Feds tappin', I don’t want no numbers

Birds go fast, bitch

Ayo, kick down your door in my (Ah)

Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (Ah)

Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (Ah)

Gaze down the leg, I was walkin' like I’m crampin' (Ah)

Walked in the bank, the bank bitch called me handsome (Ah)

Make it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vanses (Woo)

Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo, FLYGOD)

Ayo, tripped over roses, why these niggas on my shoulders?

Shoppin' sprees and diamond loaders, come up in coma (Skrrt)

Hear some shots at any moment, full count, I had to go to Porsche (Boom boom

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Show my paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms

My triple beam and my SB’s got a bird on it (Ah)

Lisa came back with a stem and a fifty

Said she left earth on it, let her twerk on it (Woo)

She started singin' like Eddie Laverte on it

Baby, hold on to me (Brr)

See I’m a special kind (Brr)

A man that is hard to find

Told you a thousand times (Brr)

Baby, hold on to me (Brr)

Oh, baby, hold-

Plug had me sittin' at his crib for seven hours (He did)

He mowed the lawn, washed all his cars, and watered the flowers (Shit was crazy)

Back of my mind, I’m like, «Nigga, go get the powder» (Go get it)

It pays to hit the last free-throw shots when you down one (Woo)

And he just want see how much I really want it (Yeah)

And if a little time’ll make a nigga give up on him (It won’t)

Fuck it, I’ll sit here and wait

'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door, panel won’t screw on straight (Keep

goin')

Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-six twenty-eights

We do numbers through the Cartiers

Everyday for a month, had his block sprayed up (Brr, brr, bah, bah, bah, brr,

brr, bah, bah)

She said, «Your jewelry cost what?

«, I said, «A Mustang truck, bitch»

(A Mustang truck, bitch, bitch)

This ain’t luck, bitch, this brick’s weighed up, bitch (Bitch)

Them niggas ain’t us bitch (Bitch, no)