Conway - Hall & Nash (Bonus) lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway) Aye yo, I had to [?] Basquiats in the bandos, we tasteless S.E. Gang, hammer on the way sh**, leavin' the club wasted, waivin' it in n***as faces Louis reekin' out my f**in' Porche Sweepin' coke off of marble floors Madusa head on the buckle, sh** I came with the semi-LV's on the luggages Blood bottles with the spikes on it Canary choke, par, pink ice on it Fresh new MAC on the dresser chillin' Watchin' Run's House, daydreamin' 'bout Vanessa Simmons Playin' chess on the luggage So now these unzipped match the [?] bucket Smell the dope on me at the little homie graduation He caught his first body, told him, "congratulations" Rockin' minks at the Broner fight If the four pound dope than the chopper might How the f** you 'gon do me harm, n***a? I'm surrounded by shooters, I'm Lebron n***a Shootin' like Curry n***a 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 Twistin' 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 n***a four lifes This the kind of sh** the game miss, hurricane wrist In the kitchen whippin' up a c**aine dish Stop [?] at the dice game Catch him in the yard with the knife gang n***as ain't f**in' with my night game Forty for the Hublot, that was light change Couple MACs in my b**h Birkin Throw him off the roof now he fly for certain And b**h I want all the cash Conway, Westside Gunn, Hall and Nash, n***a Griselda, by Fashion Rebels