Ishkabibble’s Westside Gunn (Ft. Black Thought)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Black Thought]
Over pots, it's the overlord, sittin' on crates (Ah)
Half and half durags, sippin' the quarter water
Quarter in my socks, lord, and we rocked
We hopped up out the Porsche and torture (Skrrt)
Hermès sport rocker, fiends actin' like it's a soap opera
"West, I'ma die, I need four dollars", no problem
Bring back six, and two more niggas
Dior dealers, stashed about half in the floor in it (Ah)
Ain't no business like raw business, S6 all tinted
Wipin' my gums, make sure it's authentic
Aw shit, head spinnin', lead noodles
Monogram collar on the red poodle, feds will do you filthy
Havе you comin' home seventy, somе shit'll ever be (Ah)
Bentley on Beverly (Skrrt), Palm Angel MAC that shoot heavenly (Brr, brr, brr)
Drop kick the brick and hit the Pedigree (Hit the Pedigree, ah)
Ayo, bodies on the nine, Murakami with the rhyme (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shooter rockin' red Muslim garms 'cause he slime (Ah)
Find another vein, he'll be fine, we divine (Ah)
Skeleton wrist, what a time, what a time (Ah)
My nigga got caught with dog food, got a dime (Got a dime)
Didn't drop a dime, on this Earth, I'ma shine (I'ma shine)
We mobbin' on the yard, one was nine, where was Shine? (Where was Shine?)
I'm Sly Green in his prime (Ah, ayo)