[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