Never Coming Homme - Westside Gunn, High Fashion P, Tiona D

Chasin' Ferraris, but these Russian bitches is chasin' Bulgari

This ain’t a game of Sorry, it’s the game of Life

And you don’t get three strikes or no nine lifes

But the strike to your face is so vicious like the cat did before he had rice

White eyes, we split them keys boy, white pies

All this wax got me feelin' so high

Givenchy plaid got me lookin' so fly

$ 3000 for the kicks, on the cot still thinkin' of flippin' bricks

Wave the Heckler out the Tesla

So much dope, Pyrex couldn’t measure

Fiends 'round the motherfuckin' bando

Doors up on the four door Lambo

I sold my soul for a thousand plates

If they ain’t see our face then we fuckin' straight

Me and you ain’t the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way

I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way

If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home

If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home

Ferragamo shades at night, Cavalli smellin' like china white

Jesus piece is layin' on the Ferra', God

Phillip Lim bucket on baggin' hard

Goin' fishin' off the fuckin' yacht

Back the fuck back or you gettin' shot

I’m from a city where there’s false hope

Pistol whip the nigga 'til his jaw broke

Me and you ain’t the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way

I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way

If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home

If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home