Vivian at the Art Basel

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Chorus: Your Old Droog] [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] [Chorus: Your Old Droog] [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I'm lookin' like Vivian Blake Fiend said he'd take it still wet, give me an eight Don't compare me to no nigga, nigga I'm me Chefs had the apron on bakin' a key I had to be [?] Givenchy tote with the Rottweiler hair FNH57 tucked in the black [?] Red Balenciaga with the black strings Gucci been dead since Tom Ford left Still smell the blood on Gianni's doorsteps I hope they fade away On my third gold bottle to take the pain away Sell coke for a Cavalli coat Residue on the black Pusha T's for steppin' on the dope No Malice said pray for me I got some little niggas that'll come spray him for me Sip on the duffle, 'bout to bust out on sunset Bossa nova lunch, gave the brick a Cobra Clutch Get you wacked for a [?] All red Ozweegos, at the art basel, black Desert Eagle [Chorus: Your Old Droog] [Outro: Sample] "And with everything that's going on, man, even recently having cats get fucking shot, you ever say: maybe I should just go into plumbing or be electrician? Like, isn't this... I did... Well actually, I... I'm actually a certified, like, you know, I was in jail, I used to do your little trades I was like a little certified electrician I used to do the wiring and stuff Right Little stuff like that, but that ain't my thing man My hands is, you know, they not for that type of thing My hands is for caressing ladies, and... you know what I'm saying... Doing lucrative things Yeah, counting money, you know Gripping the steering wheel, you know That's what these hands is for, baby Opening the keys to my new mansion Things of that nature That's these hands is for, you know what I'm saying Or typing in my new iPhone to write that new next wave"