Freestyle in Ferragamo

Lyrics

[Intro] Griselda [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] My lil' nigga 15 with the choppa on him Face got the Valentino stacking on it SKS with the tripod Bitches calling me the FLYGOD I got the baddest bitches sucking dick And eating pussy, bulletproof beneath the Stüssy H&M Alexander Wang flow I thank the Lord for dealing blow Cop my mother every color Range Rover The Balmain sofa My worst shit better than your favorite rapper Your favorite trapper favorite trapper This shit so fucking effortless You shoot, you better hit it, get your melon split Watermelon X6, the neck drenched The Heckler in your mouth like a breath mint I wanna be rich forever And ever, and ever I'm 'bout to get my shit together No more stormy weather Chainsmoking this Headband Step on these Giuseppes you a dead man, fuck (Hahahahahaha) I'm just fucking playing The AK spraying (Brrt) Your mom dukes decayin' Playing with me, nigga, I don't play fair The Yeezys 3 rack a pair [Interlude] Yo, White, why you ain't gimme the moo-wop, man? You can't shoot worth nothing Yo, I had to kill [?], man! Yo, turn the car around, gimme the moo-wop Face up, bro, you wack, can't shoot, what? [Verse 2: Billie Essco] What Sosa told Tony, can't say in front my grandmother Come through in the meekest, whitest, lethal white Beamer like I'm Money Mitch Puff & Big in '96, Benzes green as some double mint Rolling trips, money on the pavement, oh, we scraping I am not for complications, contemplations, need my cash in full Every rapper on my radar to a cover fader Vader with the saber, denim looking like they cut by Vagel Raising in the durag, undercover raincoat Undercover long sleeve underneath the Wang, hoe Them G.O. baskets black as caskets, boy, I'm fresh to death From pissy hallways, they made millions off that second step Now we mix the Ferragamo with the Fear of God Taking selfies in Celine shades 'fore we face the odds A hundred middle fingers to them squad cars Ronnie Fieg, Asics all gold just like a gold card But this ain't Yu-Gi-Oh!, my style is Azel? Sushio? Turn your sister to a model, give your girl a movie role Every time I park my car, say "motherfuck the meter" Off-White, off the leader, I can fuck her where I meet her I'm Derek Jeter, El Capitán Fuck your caption, bitch, my ass remained by rag and bone Y'all need some styling on, that's where my niggas stalling on Man, half you fucking stylish, you can't style at all When I was 15, I used to go and share jeans 23, I'll spend a band on McQueen tees Just because the stitches right, work behind the wires Hit a base, if you listen right, go and get your chicken right Hundred if your kitchen right, stress that bitch 110, if you whipping right, go and get your business right Boy, this just the gift of life [Outro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels