Westside Gunn - Mr. T lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Brrr! Aye yo Aye yo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Nike max glow when I tip toe f** you mean? I been dope Half my shooters sniff coke With no aim, we better get low [Techma?] lettermans with a Tec in it Feed f** n***as rope, go put ya neck in it Got my troops in off-white boots Pulled up, I had my foot hangin' out the coupe Off white flannel lookin' like a lumberjack Wit the .30 poppin', you don't want none of that Dsquared apron over these squares Ronnie Fieg, I need size 9 in every pair Do a n***a filthy for the right price Dom Pérignon, the lobster and fried rice [Bridge] One brick, one brick All I need is one brick [Verse 2] Drive-by's out of Tesla's Scrape the pots for the extras Bodies dropping on the regular Run laps around these other rap n***as for fun At Fashion week with the M1, y'all n***as bums k**a designer, a serial k**er n***as thought I was just rhymin' iller Then I pulled out the stick, run the j**els, run the money You tried to run and hopped the fence Tore is back up like junior n***a, filthy rich Wash my sins with Ace Allahu Akbar, this work is flake I'ma be fly forever if the stove work She sniffin' so much molly, that b**h nose hurt I was on the path, getting money on the ave Fiends milly rock seeing that my work gla** If sh** slow up, I'ma look prettier in the mask The cracks in the chip bag, the mac by the trash The .45 look big on his forehead Shot him more times, left that n***a more dead [Bridge]