Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse] Ayo, Dapper Dan Gucci display, my biggest charm screamin' murder 'Cause people cover posters with the burner GUESS farmers stand on a block, biggest drum you ever seen on us Politickin' million dollar lickstickers Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, Lord, been swaggin' niggas and Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers Rockin' dinner plates, Gucci links on them Fendi Moccasins from 88s, sporting baguettes Push a Lexus GS, yo, Jesus piece, Lord Velour issue Coke stores, a Porsche I score for Glamorous out-of-state mansions that we lamp in Chanel sofa, a hundred grand, rock in carry, son My empire designer, fly attire, admire Macy racking facts for my line-up Pushin' the Aston Martin, rockin' some GUESS garments, playin' chess The best of cream, champagne spiller, ill as I seem Swing like Naseem, marvelous skin, the sharpest off the torture I'll body your honors with llamas, Elijah, and Eliza Al-Qaeda, deciding if my nine bust, Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparkin' Reload my conscious, fake niggas get targeted Rockin' generic Jesus piece, Charles run in with carrots Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport Fed up with hunters goin' OT, samplin' coke Makin' my nose bleed, my cold D's Might air you like "Send the kites overnight", I'm rollin' dice Hold a fisherman's knife in case they wanna take my life I rock a flavor, nights uptowns for cherry straps and carry gats Burberry slacks that's in my cracks, I'm unstoppable Gonna pop you, layin' on a cot Readin' Qu'rans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone Yo, Sly, you and I rule this block music Hang out with drug dealers and Glock users Lord, the flyest, whole nine tucked hoppin' out of Benz trucks with Big jewelry on the Claiborne Saks Fifth Avenue mink's on, son, it's time to get this paper Count my money at the street labor I sold dope on Connecticut, fuck a white bitch Rockin' some Skecher kicks, pushin' a Lexus 6 Takin' the heat to the mosque, pray to Allah Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit Fucked up my clock, spittin' these thoughts, style is the illest Rhymes is vicious, you not fuckin' with this shit SKs'll murder your block, shoot where your bitch live Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son Fly nigga rockin' fatigue, distributin' crack I spit at your act, military issued the gat I fuck with Bravo when Dillinger shat Box cutter and machine, go black, Street Entertainment stack it Mosey, then rockin' a Dolce linen Dutches to roll my spinach, all of my gems exquisite Keepin' a loaded biscuit, buyin' the wagon for the mistress Coogi dresser, ayo, my princes gulliest henchmen Big jewels, triple X North Face we laced displayin' great Goin' out of state, coppin' the sticks This is life of a drug dealer, hundred grand figures Fake niggas, we'll hit ya, limp in the villa You know your man saw us in the black Taurus up by Pandora's Fuckin' with fam, now they payin' for it Timberland Fields, holdin' Dillingers, willin' to kill Fake Major League niggas ain't real, I rock in uptowns Keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound Sippin' Henny rounds, I put my semi down Chanel flavor, Mach's rockin' gazelles Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell, and that's word [Outro] And that's you, nigga It's fuckin' Westside Gunn, FNIC You already know Street Entertainment PSEC you too, man, I ain't forget about your family