Vogue Cover Westside Gunn (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
I let the work dry on the Vogue cover
Made it snow for seven whole summers
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Don't ask the price, bitch, you know the numbers
Out the pot, set it on the Vogue cover
It's gon' blizzard for the whole summer
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Birds go fast, bitch (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Kick down your door in my Lanvins (Ah)
Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (Ah)
Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (Ah)
Gauge down the leg, I was walkin' like I'm crampin' (Ah)
Walked in the bank, the bank bitch called me handsome (Ah)
Makе it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vanses (Woo)
Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo, FLYGOD), ayo
Trippеd over roses, why these niggas on my shoulders?
Shoppin' sprees, jumped out a Lotus, snort a bump, come out the coma (Skrrt)
Hear some shots at any moment, four pound, I had to go to court (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Show my paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms
My triple beam and my SBs got a bird on it (Ah)
Lisa came back with a stem and a fifty
Said she left Earth on it, let her twerk on it (Woo)
She started singin' like Eddie Levert on it