[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Aye yo
Aye yo
Aye yo
Aye yo, Buscemis with the cages
Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker
Fiends fallin' out the sky for it
My pack's ten a piece, shot his baby mom's house he thought sh** was sweet
Whole team got 300 schemes and McQueen
My n***a got a fresh [?], bodies dropping on the regular
My town ain't sh**
Get money, get k**ed, n***as scared to get rich
Look like somebody wrote all over the raps and the drips White b**h out the Six, s**in' dicks speakin' French
That's life for me
I got too many shooters that'll come take a f** n***a whole life for free
These not Tim's little n***a, these Balmains, please get it right for me
Aye yo, the got the Flygod hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss
Techs with air holes yo, he had to cool them off
Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' XXL
Told p**y I need a skirt, I sent 10 in the mail
Break it down, we all bag, weigh the eggs with a hand scale
Grams sell like clockwork, shootin' was my work
Make sure he knock first, we dealin' for [?]
Hopped out the GL Benz over your tens
[?] windbreaker with no wind
Fresh out that cell I got a brick and a Mack
Maybach back-to-back, [?] and relax
Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack
Yo, what's your name, hun? My name Wes, what's your digits?
In '98 I wore two Cubans [?], now I'm a legend
Let me talk fly for a second
I had you lookin' tall in Guiseppes
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