Hall & Nash

(专辑： Hitler Wears Hermes II - 2015)

Aye yo, I had to Vert the Vanquish
Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless
S.E. Gang, hammer on the waist
Shit, leaving the club wasted, waiving it in niggas faces
Louis reeking out my fucking Porche
Sweeping coke off of marble floors
Madusa head on the buckle, shit
I came with the semi-LV's on the luggages
Blood bottoms with the spikes on it
Canary choke, par, pink ice on it
Fresh new MAC on the dresser chilling
Watching Run's House, daydreaming 'bout Vanessa Simmons
Playing chess on the luggage
So now these unzipped match the Lacquered Phil bucket
Smell the dope on me at the little homie graduation
He caught his first body, told him, "congratulations"
Rocking minks at the Broner fight
If the four pound don't then the chopper might
How the fuck you 'gon do me harm, nigga?
I'm surrounded by shooters, I'm Lebron nigga
Shooting like Curry nigga
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
Python on the Just Don
Fendi dinner plates with the Gold Bond
Twisting up the gas in a Versace store
Spent so much cash they gotta lock the door
The SLS coke white
Free Sly Green, they gave my nigga four lifes
This the kind of shit the game miss, hurricane wrist
In the kitchen whipping up a cocaine dish
Stop bink at the dice game
Catch him in the yard with the knife gang
Niggas ain't fucking with my night game
Forty for the Hublot, that was light change
Couple MACs in my bitch Birkin
Throw him off the roof now he fly for certain
And bitch I want all the cash
Conway, Westside Gunn, Hall and Nash, nigga

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels