[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway)
Aye yo, I had to [?]
Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless
S.E. Gang, hammer on the way
sh**, leavin' the club wasted, waivin' it in n***as faces
Louis reekin' out my f**in' Porche
Sweepin' coke off of marble floors
Madusa head on the buckle, sh**
I came with the semi-LV's on the luggages
Blood bottles with the spikes on it
Canary choke, par, pink ice on it
Fresh new MAC on the dresser chillin'
Watchin' Run's House, daydreamin' 'bout Vanessa Simmons
Playin' chess on the luggage
So now these unzipped match the [?] bucket
Smell the dope on me at the little homie graduation
He caught his first body, told him, "congratulations"
Rockin' minks at the Broner fight
If the four pound dope than the chopper might
How the f** you 'gon do me harm, n***a?
I'm surrounded by shooters, I'm Lebron n***a
Shootin' like Curry n***a
Do you like Flip when Birdie ripped him
Two .45's on me like Jimmy Jump
MAC in the Reagan era, bag in the baby's trunk
Python on the Just Don's
Fendi dinner plates with the Gold Bond
Twistin' up the gas in a Versace store
Spent so much cash they gotta lock the door
The SLS coke white
Free Sly Green, they gave my n***a four lifes
This the kind of sh** the game miss, hurricane wrist
In the kitchen whippin' up a c**aine dish
Stop [?] at the dice game
Catch him in the yard with the knife gang
n***as ain't f**in' with my night game
Forty for the Hublot, that was light change
Couple MACs in my b**h Birkin
Throw him off the roof now he fly for certain
And b**h I want all the cash
Conway, Westside Gunn, Hall and Nash, n***a
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels