Westside Gunn, Skyzoo - Rolack’s lyrics

Ayo raf Adidas joints with the sawed-off
Venus and Mars Stars
Dope in the Helmut Lang Basket
Pyer Moss Classic
Put a 7 on it, made it elastic
I'm the opposite of wack, yo
Your fiends taste my shit they
Ain't never coming back facts
Ferrari Cali-For-Ni-A yay got me all of this
Rocking Figaro Links
The bitches say I'm marvelous
Dope couture, Velour
Might put a stove in the Bvlgari store
Need a thousand bricks or more
Back-to-Back champagne gold Ac's
Rose Gold Mac my plug got fish like Rolacks
Rare Supreme Ups python straps on the pump
Praying for Yeezy 3s and Fieg Dunks
Burberry London, Kids lunchin'
London Fog, Dealers wanna kill us

Okay, forever money rooted
Level with the losers
Similar to the sample never one to lose it
Similar, no example, never one, or two it
Never, one, two, get it? Nah? All good
I come from a tall hood where the hustle high
Never buckle, so thotties who unbuckle mine
Buckle in the jaw, cuffin' from the door
And wonderers who wondered never
Wonder any more, heh
Neighbors in the halls with smugglers galore
I learned hands from them I
Can juggle with the Lord
Abundance is the law
As much as you can fathom
645's and Benz Wagons, imagined
Criminals who follow it
We the same crook kind
Bitches think the opposite Stevie J, good guy
Shit'll never change
We forever find numbers
FLYGOD etiquette, and Westside Gunna, wassup