Westside Gunn, Tiona Deniece, High Fashion P - Never Coming Homme lyrics

We chasin' Ferraris
But these Russian bitches is chasin' Bulgari
This ain't a game of Sorry
It's the game of Life
And you don't get three strikes
Or no nine lifes
But the strike to your face is so vicious
Like the cat did before he had rice
White eyes, we split them keys boy
White pies

All this wax got me feelin' so high
Givenchy plaid got me lookin' so fly
$3, 000 for the kicks
On the cot still thinkin'
Of flippin' bricks
Wave the Heckler out the Tesla
So much dope, Pyrex couldn't measure
Fiends 'round the motherfuckin' bando
Doors up on the four door Lambo
I sold my soul for a thousand plates
If they ain't see our face
Then we fuckin' straight

Me and you ain't the same, nigga
I got mine the hard way
I got fiends in the hallway
This enough to get us in four way
If the Feds come and get us
We ain't never comin' home
(No, no, no, no, no)
If the Feds come and get us
We ain't never comin' home

Ferragamo shades at night
Cavalli smellin' like china white
Jesus piece is layin' on the Fear Of God
Phillip Lim bucket on baggin' hard
Goin' fishin' off the fuckin' yacht
Back the fuck back or you gettin' shot
I'm from a city where there's false hope
Pistol whip the nigga 'til his jaw broke

Me and you ain't the same, nigga
I got mine the hard way
I got fiends in the hallway
This enough to get us in four way
If the Feds come and get us
We ain't never comin' home
(No, no, no, no, no)
If the Feds come and get us
We ain't never comin' home