ONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Goat] Exotic crops and powder from Fiji Rockin' top hats and a pop-off like Ecstasy from Houdini Got that Ally Sheedy Selling ziti out the twenty-eight All fiends on Farragut and seek out for riches Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede A slave in a cage, numerous hustles Keep 'em sedated, I stay paid Satyricon gimmicks and Carpenter lyrics Hard like scores of Hasidics After shoppers but before business Kinison lines, I'm with Donald Goines, it's a crime We abortions that survived, takin' portions of ya spine Stay unlawful 'til we die, Upperchurch stay high Let the reverend run up a tab, ten bundles and eight pies Heist of the century, sellin' ice out the Chevy like Garfield Except I bake pies with lasagna and raw penny Monsters and rock, sniffin' Panama, catch a vacant stare Lost in the haze, catch a taste like Jamaican Air [Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE] I got demons that will never die I'm bumpin' Rakim Allah in the ride You the type to see the guy's who tuck your weiney between your thighs (Wha) I couldn't empathize How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope (Uegh) Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux With a freak who take molly through a corn hole (Toma) Opportunist, in a Jag dressed like Dr. Loomis, movin' That little bullshit you guys been doin' it is not amusin' Papi Cuban (woah), piss on your lawn with drawn armory I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery (Wha) I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift (Toma) Now my pain is where the steak sit I get fellated in a space ships, face it You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it Talkin' about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost) Similar to the blood givin' my brain oxygen And I ain't stoppin' until your whole block look Communist Until SWAT ain't knockin' and walkin' away is not permitted (No) Fuck swimmin', I got some cement loafers you can fit in (Wha) You trippin', fibbin' all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin' I'm getting' it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous, wha [Verse 3: ILL BILL] Walk out of the choir with a big stick Rhyming wigger with a big dick Big money clip, big drip Big swammy and a big clip Big family and a big clip Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit Real Bloods, real Crips, real demons, real lit We the top, yo, these guys Speed Racer, yo, G ride Spin the block, Eastside Hit the opps, three times This is Barry Seal when he living in her 'tary Thotty give me headie facedown, that's obituary Choosy kids choose UZI's with, Ruby Ridge tutelage Shooters that do the brutalest 'til there is Oodles of shrooms and pills Flutes and Crys Cougars with, pierced pussy lips Only built for Gucci drip