Hall & Nash

(专辑： Hall & Nash - 2015)

Aye yo, I had to Vert the Vanquish
Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless

S.E. Gang, hammer on the way shit
Leaving the club wasted, waiving it in niggas faces

Louis reeking out my fucking pores
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 Chopard, pink ice on it

Fresh new MAC on the dresser chilling
Watching Run's House, daydreaming 'bout Vanessa Simmons

Playing chess on the luggage
Zanotti's unzipped match the Lagerfeld 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 dope than 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's
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 the bank 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