Eric B Westside Gunn

[Verse 1]

Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's

Balmain biker suit with no bike

The Royce got no roof

Feel like I've been sellin' dope my whole life

CELINE on my team

APC Kanye saggin' in my dreams

Ran trains on Vera Wang, pray for Paris then you pray for me

Madonnas on the mock necks

Wave the MACs out the drop head

Sportin' DM in the BMs

Even the blind man ain't tryna see the Feds

Zanottis all have zip

Sharks on the Givenchys, who wanna swim?

Gargle with Belaire, beware

Style so dope, Versace brains on the stairs

Elegance, Pyrex for measurements

Iceberg history, your misery, your missin' the concepts

Android homie, your home, where the work?

Just Don Bulls, Dobermans on the shirt

Before I starve, hit up Chow's with the mob

Breakin' bricks at Joyrich, we rich

Shootouts at Bally's, left his brains on the suede joints

Yo, Lord, I think I'm motherfuckin' hit

Throwin' testers out the window

Fiends scramblin', I'm just dancin' in my Kenzo

Pump the Enzo, wack crack spot mascots

For Mulberry drug dealer dreams came true

Don't get your moms buried, stylin'

Margiela guts in the Mulsanne

Pissin' D'Ussé for a week straight

Saint Laurent over the Glock, kick in your door

All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins