[Into: Westside Gunn]
Listen...
Griselda...

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, your arms too short to box the Flygod
Saber, Just Don, Brand Python
Balenciaga, and a Sway
My brother dropped out of school
That nigga' rather get paid
I graduated high school
Skipped college, went straight to the fed
My man said he'd rather do life than rather be dead
Balmain [?] 500 a lead
Burgundy toast for the feds
Chains on, the brick in 36 pieces
Mac in the [?]
White on white Lambo truck
They thought the kid was Jesus
I could turn one to two
My shooters rocking trench in the summer, too
Ya'll niggas' peasants
I'm excellence, Pyrex
We dressed in measurements
Only give a bitch dick and peppermint, ayo
Walk like a drug dealer, talk like a drug dealer
Dress like a drug dealer, SKS for a fuck nigga'
Giuseppe with the gold balls, buckets full of gold bottles
Silk Versace Venice shit, Medusa heads with the gold goggles
Rose-gold Marcielago
They wacked Escobar
Welcome Home, Chapo
Spending blood money up in Birdhoff
Betty Halbreich knocking birds off
Ingredients, Arm & Hammer mix
Pour crystal in the pot, gotta' taste the riche
Gettin' million on the corner
Fly as fuck, eating [?]
[?] pussy on a foreign
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