Over Gold Westside Gunn (Ft. Meyhem Lauren)

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, the flyest niggas in the world (We back in business right now, uhuh, they handle yay?)
The flyest niggas in the world
Yo

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, yo
Tri-colored Cubans, yellow-white-rose
Savage with a package, leave the whole block froze
My posse aims, Versace frames
Freshest rebels, precious metals, we not for games
Cocaine connects get stretched, I'm not stressed
Fox fur covered, Kevlar my next vest (Uh)
I'm on the Van Wyck ditty-boppin'
My new tape, it got the city poppin' (Pianto!)
Flooded Jesús piece under the white tee
Greg "The Hammer" Valentine, that's the white me
Casually remove the top, I'm in the right V
Painting pictures like I'm Spike Lee
The brown and tan Coogi got me lookin' like a Chips Ahoy
Half my wrist is like a brick a boy, uh
All we do is get this money and chill
Peace, Queens niggas, RIP Wilt, we in the building

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Lord forgive me, uh
For puttin' two in his chimney, uh
His shit flew like a frisbee, uh
Cobra checks on the black Geigers
Tongue hangin' out, shootin' the .30 thought I was Michael, uh (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot...)
I ain't gon' lie I never liked you
I would've wiped your nose for free
Erase your name from the Bible
Kids'll knife you, uh
Take your commissary bags, I'm mad
He ain't even have no mackerels
My dealer's pitchin' like the Nationals
I know some judges they don't give a fuck what you do, they maxin' you
Phillip Lim brims, Bishop 40 Below Tim Jims
Leave your brains in the wind
Counterfeit Timbs, will you get you broke jaws and stems
Got way more money than friends
The black Whitey Bulger, I want your money now or I'ma smoke ya
Coke prices like a rollercoaster