Nash, Hall - Hall & Nash lyrics

Ayo, I had to Vert the Vanquish
Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless
SE gang, hammer on the waist
Shit, leavin' the club wasted
Waivin' it in niggas' faces
Louis reekin' out my fuckin' pores
Sweepin' coke off of marble floors
Medusa 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
Zanottis unzipped match the Lagerfeld 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 & Nash, nigga

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels