Roc Marciano - Hall lyrics

[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 [Inaudible]