Tom Ford Socks

[Hook: Westside Gunn] Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks I don't wanna talk, you gettin’ shot I'm the nigga in my city 'Chine gun on my left titty Feds still tryna get me Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley I can make a million in my sleep Hangin out the roof with the street sweep [Verse 1: Conway] See how them Griselda boys manoeuvred it Smell like waxin’ sour walkin out of Peter Luger Streets consumed us, little homie loved to grip his Ruger He 17, but he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder Fuck nigga, look at you boy, you been a loser You still a little nigga, still a nigga junior Go and get the hardest nigga, that nigga getting chewed up Lyrically I'm a Bugatti, he a MINI Cooper 2K to tie a nigga shoe up, bitch thinking I'ma scoop her My Benz in the driveway, I sent the Uber Griselda jersey, public school [twelves?] Name rings a few bells, they know me in a few jails Niggas threw shots but couldn't shoot well They shot and missed, I'm Popovich my shooters move well Without the ball, catch and shoot Draw a play and execute, full court pressure nigga S.E. forever nigga [Hook: Westside Gunn] Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot I'm the nigga in my city ’Chine gun on my left titty Feds still tryna get me Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley I can make a million in my sleep Hangin out the roof with the street sweep [Verse 2: Benny] I seen niggas break the code, it never felt correct I watched niggas make a fortune, dudes I helped connect They say it’s two ways out the game, bullets melt your flesh Or catch a sentence and they change you like you Malcolm X I slide through, my toasts sparking on a close target We put an address on the beef like we the post office I'm tryna sell this last half o’ brick then go corporate I got killers with me pulling up with blow torches Would you feed a grown man or expect him to hunt? They take the money out the hood, but never invested in us I got two kids, I never neglected 'em once I hope the democrats steal the election from Trump You got to bathe in holy water and let it touch your face The bottom of her shoes red like she crushing grapes I turn the scale on and then I cut the tape Ken Griffey Jr., I was touching base [Hook: Westside Gunn] Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot I’m the nigga in my city 'Chine gun on my left titty Feds still tryna get me Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley I can make a million in my sleep Hangin out the roof with the street sweep