[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
f**!
Yo, I'm in that CL smooth thanks to Pete Rock
Reminiscing over pots we was whippin'
Acne, Ape and drivebys out a Porsche Cayman
St. Laurent fiends sayin' that your work tainted
And my sh** the bomb diggy
Fendi strap on the SK, who can eff with me
All gator strap back, relax, Supreme hoodie
Couple n***as with me got the MAC, facts
SB Dunks, Dior gloves with the pump out
I want my money now or your brains get blown the f** out
Ferragamo water proof suit for a rainy day
Eric B j**els on, been fly since '88
Big face Reagan, mobbin' in my [?]
Oh Lord, please let me see tomorrow
n***a, I'm the illest
Make way for the imminent, intricate
High-top Guiseppes, I was kickin' it, k**in' sh**
Cristal, spillin' it for n***as doin' life
Ya'll want to be rappers, I do it cuz I'm nice
Baggin' Ray Liotta with the soda
Fiends on my Lanvin heels droolin' on the Rover
Big L with half a mil
[Outro: Big L]
Yo check it
Now here's another smooth song, so get your groove on
Violate or try to fake jax and you'll get moved on
Peace to all my n***as with the thousand dollar j**els on
Pushin' rides with foreign chicks with gator shoes on