Westside Gunn - Me & My Eagle lyrics

Ayo ayo
Luxurious fly shit

Ayo, Vuitton fitted
Three-story lofts we baggin' authentic
Since Sonny fingers bloody shit
Was all business
Bally suedes stepping over cracked
Vials of mace
Chainsaw to your face ya brains carved off
Walls with Warhols
Neil barretts on you get embarrassed
Merit's silencers, 24 carat
Wings and horns, get ya wig torn, Sig drawn
Benz wit' alligator rims a
Blind nigga saw him
Fully automatic out the Audi wagon
Pierre Hardy backpack that hold the gat
Lavish rob Big L it’s stellar, Axl Rose with
Helicopter propellers, it lands on whoever
I’m infamous, you niggas impotent
Came back with Lord on the third day
With raw in the hallway
You fucking with me never
Rhymes will have you under pressure
Checkers on the Damier
But chess is how I operate chopping eighths
Dictator off this rhyme style I’m major
Pitching all my ESPYs might fuck
Around and skate up
Free Sly Green they gave him four
Life’s in the wake up straight up

Pourin' Perrier for 'Chinegun
Keep a big gat 'cause I need one
Conway got shot in the head
Hammer shot in the legs, I need one
Uncle Baker got shot
You see how they did Lauryn, they did Pac
Rest in peace Big L, and

Just seems like it’s me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle

CDG jeans on with no heart
Couple bricks in the Goyard
Big bank on my left wrist
Mix the bathing with original fake
I’m so irate, Husein in that Fendi
Get out of my way
Annihilate the ones who envy
Black tar Bentley
Coppin' projects hair-tied
TISA Raiders, chrome 40 and black nine
See ya later, red dot on ya fuckin' mind
APC rain coats, we slang dope in the storm
Lay in the bushes and wait for 'em
Soon as we seein 'em, them 8s tooting
Them shells they ate through em
Left his stomach on his suede Ewing’s
TEC wit the air-holes we just coolin'
Skull covered McQueens
Ya nightmares was all dreams
Beyond wings, I’m past fly
My whole outline luxurious
Foreign whips, they swervin' to kill niggas
Somebody call the coroner

Pourin' Perrier for 'Chinegun
Keep a big gat 'cause I need one
Conway got shot in the head
Hammer shot in the legs, I need one
Uncle Baker got shot
You see how they did Lauryn, they did Pac
Rest in peace Big L, and

Just seems like it’s me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle