Hall & Nash - Westside Gunn, Conway

Aye yo, I had to Vert the Vanquish

Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless

S.E.

Gang, hammer on the waist

Shit, leavin' the club wasted, waivin' it in niggas faces

Louis reekin' out my fuckin' Porche

Sweepin' coke off of marble floors

Madusa head on the buckle, shit

I came with the semi-LV's on the luggages

Blood bottoms 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 Lacquered Phil 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 don’t then the chopper might

How the fuck you 'gon do me harm, nigga?

I’m surrounded by shooters, I’m Lebron nigga

Shootin' like Curry nigga

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

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 nigga four lifes

This the kind of shit the game miss, hurricane wrist

In the kitchen whippin' up a cocaine dish

Stop bink at the dice game

Catch him in the yard with the knife gang

Niggas ain’t fuckin' with my night game

Forty for the Hublot, that was light change

Couple MACs in my bitch Birkin

Throw him off the roof now he fly for certain

And bitch I want all the cash

Conway, Westside Gunn, Hall and Nash, nigga

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels