[Intro: Billie Essco]
Yeah, yeah, mothafuckin' A-Chase
Mothafuckin' AS (Come on, oh, oh)
Mothafuckin' A
[Verse 1: Billie Essco]
Yo, West, man, these niggas gettin' styled by the mannequin
They panickin', the return of young Anakin
Used to have the high top Skywalker, sly talker
Might off ya, gray sweater, light Parka
Blue denim, Nudie Jeans, new EB's
Man, I'm wavy in the two C's, my nigga, wait
How could you stream my mothafuckin' shoestrings?
Shout out to my boo thang
All of 'em, I'm callin' 'em
Got Russian soakin' satin on the loafer
Cozy, sippin' Sake on the sofa
I be cook tilapia in okra
I be got a body, she from Boca
I body any poser, her body gets the poster
More trees than Minnesota, like Oprah
Givin' giveaways to my dinner dates to the Himalayas
I'm fresh squeeze, you pope in the minute make
Sorta like a one to one, you one in a million made
Wait, million men march all through when them killers lead? Huh
In vintage frames, couldn't, couldn't find these 'Saces on my face
Came with the case off of 998, wait
I'm Bocage shoppin' for Balmain
Mitch workin' on his guard swing
While I'm ashin' in the Old Navy
All y'all my offspring, Y-3 Spring '15 to the draw string
Do this every morning
Wake up, get fresh, get ghost
Reppin' for the cost
Never keep it on the low, if you know
Cocaine castles in the land of the snow
716 Buffalo, now you know
Yeah, my shit is disrespectful
Everything I got on, that shit is disrespectful
1000 dollars for the durag, I'm disrespectful
That's word to my satin jacket
That's word to my satin jacket
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Yo, yo
I'm fuckin' disrespectful, nigga
Yo
Tryin' to get two bricks for 50
Mix the Comme des Garçons with the .50
Mix the Pérignon with the Loganberry
20 birds stuffed in the Mulberry
Thousand for the kicks, that's a light day
Ruby Red, rep it in the drive way
Crime pay in ten fo'
Bury me next to a triple beam dipped in gold, wrist froze
A lotta you niggas fall from L
Used to live three in the cell, shit was real
Commissary 320, you mark, we blew that
Soon as I step on the yard, they like who that?
Moschino locs at night, I barely see a nigga
My repertoire in chinchilla
The lifestyle of a drug dealer
My man not comin' home 'til 2050, nigga (My man not comin' 'til 2050, nigga)
[Verse 3: Billie Essco]
It's like 50 fuckin' zippers on the biker jacket
From '86, I think Michael had it
The white gold master Presidential Rollie with the black face
Wrath on a bad day, Yves Saint for my class date
Classy, nigga gettin' suited like his draft day
When it's time to go and cash bank, what's the fat rate?
Imported fabrics out of Italy
Copped the Wayne tee for that symmetry
Got fashion in my chemistry, nigga
Nigga
[Outro: Billie Essco & Westside Gunn x4]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, this that shit
Word to my satin jacket
