[Intro: Westside Gunn]
As I look back, I watch him board the plane
Ayo, ayo
Brra
Brra
Ayo, ayo, ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum]
Three stripes on the Gucci
Lyrics back to back, 63s, we all had Uzis (Skrrt)
Selene knee-highs over the face, lookin' spooky
If you ever bought a three for fifty, nigga, you knew me (Nigga, you knew me)
In the ghetto, AP strapped the coke out a soupie (Whip)
Neck full of Veert pearls, lookin' all bougie
Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum"
Moms was a basehead, could blame it on Reagan
What if I tell you drug dealers God's favorite?
Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (Uh-uh)
You ever left a tip so big, you fuck the waitress? (Woo)
I rock my DOOM Dunks with red laces
I pray for my niggas with Fed cases
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?
Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (Ah)
Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (Width)
Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving
Hermès seats, it look like the coupe was flyin' (Skrrt)
On the counter, never knew my life would turn this great
Drunk so much Chase, I threw up my Papi Steak (Ah)
Anybody violate, I annihilate (Boom, boom, boom)
I switched the band on the Dick, you rockin' time today
I could've fucked your bitch but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today)
Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (We gotta find the yay)
Jamaican tank top, Jean-Paul Gaultier (Woo, brra)
Airholes on the TEC (Woo, brra) fuck nigga, I don't play (Brr)
Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?
As I look back, I watch him board the plane
Ayo, ayo
Brra
Brra
Ayo, ayo, ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum]
Three stripes on the Gucci
Lyrics back to back, 63s, we all had Uzis (Skrrt)
Selene knee-highs over the face, lookin' spooky
If you ever bought a three for fifty, nigga, you knew me (Nigga, you knew me)
In the ghetto, AP strapped the coke out a soupie (Whip)
Neck full of Veert pearls, lookin' all bougie
Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum"
Moms was a basehead, could blame it on Reagan
What if I tell you drug dealers God's favorite?
Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (Uh-uh)
You ever left a tip so big, you fuck the waitress? (Woo)
I rock my DOOM Dunks with red laces
I pray for my niggas with Fed cases
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?
Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (Ah)
Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (Width)
Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving
Hermès seats, it look like the coupe was flyin' (Skrrt)
On the counter, never knew my life would turn this great
Drunk so much Chase, I threw up my Papi Steak (Ah)
Anybody violate, I annihilate (Boom, boom, boom)
I switched the band on the Dick, you rockin' time today
I could've fucked your bitch but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today)
Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (We gotta find the yay)
Jamaican tank top, Jean-Paul Gaultier (Woo, brra)
Airholes on the TEC (Woo, brra) fuck nigga, I don't play (Brr)
Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?
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