Gettysburg - Willie the Kid

Gettysburg fur civil war leather

Civilian women writing letters

Let us pray for rain

Till the hurricanes come, then we complain

Became too complacent with the pain

A failure to plan nigga plan on failure

What they tell ya?

Remembered like a memorabilia

Souvenirs the Bellagio, maneuver on Lears

Niggas Lumineer fake

Fake ya death, a near death experience awaits

Luminary, canary diamonds, pairing wines

Niggas little like ring bearers

Carry like a paul bearer

Paul Masson, saunas, get massaged often

Satin linings in ya coffin, die rich

Configure figures with my niggas I can buy a bitch

Configure formulas a scientist oblige a glitch

Piano wire, tire iron, so resourceful

Deutsche Marks hella gorgeous

You rap niggas Boy George eat ya porridge

To each it’s own, I don’t condone, don’t condemn

I’m fucking bitches like the Borgias tho

Fancy dinner tell the band to play the chorus slow

While I grind from behind on something so fine

Pour some wine baby, the navy blue fur

Confirm my order copping furniture it’s all a blur

Occurred to me in the wee hours, night/morning

Pouring Bushmills, dollar bills by the bushel

You get stabbed and drugged back, I’m non-friendly

The Moleskine chinos, the Tom Ford glasses

Looks can be deceiving

This (is) Underwater Basket Weaving

Frozen black finish on the M5 — breezing

Dollar bills and gun smoke

(its) Free liquor

Dollar bills and gun smoke

Free my niggas 4x

Wild nights on the town with your bitch nigga

Yeah —

Money for my niggas

Fine wine for the bitches

TCP — yall niggas know man