Hall & Nash (Bonus) Hall & Nash

[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]

Ayo, I had to Vert the Vanquish

Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless

S.E. Gang, hammer on the waist shit

Leavin' the club wasted, waivin' it in niggas' faces (Huh?)

Louis reekin' out my fuckin' pores (Yeah)

Sweepin' coke off of marble floors

Uh, Medusa head on the buckle shit

I came with the semi-LV's on the luggages, uh (Hahahaha)

Blood bottoms with the spikes on it (Yes!)

Canary choke, par, pink ice on it (You see)

Fresh new MAC on the dresser chillin'

Watchin' Run's House, daydreamin' 'bout Vanessa Simmons (What up, baby?)

Playin' chess on the luggage

Zanottis unzipped match the Lagerfeld bucket (Ha!)

Smell the dope on me at the little homie graduation (Uh-huh)

He caught his first body, told him, "Congratulations"

Rockin' minks at the Broner fight

If the four pound don’t, then the chopper might

How the fuck you 'gon do me harm, nigga? (Never that)

I'm surrounded by shooters, I'm Lebron nigga (Huh?)

Shootin' like Curry nigga (Yeah)

Do you like Flip when Birdie ripped him

Two .45's on me like Jimmy Jump

MAC in the Reagan era, bag in the baby's trunk, uh

Python on the Just Don

Fendi dinner plates with the Gold Bond

Twistin' up the gas in the 'Sace store

Spent so much cash, they gotta lock the door (Ha!)

The SLS coke white

Free Sly Green, they gave my nigga four lifes

This the kind of shit the game miss (Uh-huh)

Hurricane wrist (Uh-huh)

In the kitchen whippin' up a cocaine dish

Stop Bink at the dice game

Catch him in the yard with the knife gang

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my night game

Forty for the Hublot, that was light change (Hahahahahaha)

Couple MACs in my bitch' Birkin (Yeah)

Throw him off the roof now he fly for certain (Hahaha)

Uh-huh, and, bitch, I want all the cash (Cash)

Conway, Westside Gunn—Hall & Nash, nigga