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