Vivian at the Art Basel Westside Gunn (Ft. Your Old Droog)
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[Chorus: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Chorus: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm lookin' like Vivian Blake
Fiend said he'd take it still wet, give me an eight
Don't compare me to no nigga, nigga I'm me
Chefs had the apron on bakin' a key
I had to be [?]
Givenchy tote with the Rottweiler hair
FNH57 tucked in the black [?]
Red Balenciaga with the black strings
Gucci been dead since Tom Ford left
Still smell the blood on Gianni's doorsteps
I hope they fade away
On my third gold bottle to take the pain away
Sell coke for a Cavalli coat
Residue on the black Pusha T's for steppin' on the dope
No Malice said pray for me
I got some little niggas that'll come spray him for me
Sip on the duffle, 'bout to bust out on sunset
Bossa nova lunch, gave the brick a Cobra Clutch
Get you wacked for a [?]
All red Ozweegos, at the art basel, black Desert Eagle
[Chorus: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Chorus: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm lookin' like Vivian Blake
Fiend said he'd take it still wet, give me an eight
Don't compare me to no nigga, nigga I'm me
Chefs had the apron on bakin' a key
I had to be [?]
Givenchy tote with the Rottweiler hair
FNH57 tucked in the black [?]
Red Balenciaga with the black strings
Gucci been dead since Tom Ford left
Still smell the blood on Gianni's doorsteps
I hope they fade away
On my third gold bottle to take the pain away
Sell coke for a Cavalli coat
Residue on the black Pusha T's for steppin' on the dope
No Malice said pray for me
I got some little niggas that'll come spray him for me
Sip on the duffle, 'bout to bust out on sunset
Bossa nova lunch, gave the brick a Cobra Clutch
Get you wacked for a [?]
All red Ozweegos, at the art basel, black Desert Eagle
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