Westside Gunn - Hall lyrics
[Westside Gunn - Hall lyrics]
Camo Valentino off the runway on the
Corner serving work like a baker (Griselda)
Fiends fallin' out the sky for it
My pack's ten a piece
Shot his baby mom's house he
Thought shit was sweet
Whole team rocking Hender Schemes and McQueen
My nigga got a fresh 15 at McKean
Bodies dropping on the regular
My town ain't shit get money, get killed
Niggas scared to get rich
Look like somebody wrote all over
The Raf Simmon drips
White bitch out the Six, suckin' dicks
Speakin' French that's life for me
I got too many shooters that'll come take
A fuck nigga whole life for free
These not Timbs little nigga, these Balmains
Please get it right for me
Ayo, they got the FLYGOD
Hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss
TECs with air holes yo
He had to cool them off
Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' Double X L
Told pussy I need a skirt
I sent 10 in the mail
Break 'em down, we all bag
Weigh the eights with a hand scale
Grams sell like clockwork
The shootin' was Mach' work
Make sure he knock first
We dealin' for Fox worth
Hopped out the GL Benz, OVO tens
Wang windbreaker with no wind
Fresh out that cell, I got a brick and a MAC
Maybach back-to back, wrist need to relax
Been whippin' all night fingers
Swelling like crack
Yo, what's your name, hun? My name West
What's your digit's?
In '98 I wore two Cubans up in Clinton
Now I'm a legend
Let me talk fly for a second
I had you lookin' tall in
Giuseppes while you naked