Tommy Snort

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ay yo Ay yo All my hood gon' show 30 Shooting out the beamer I-8 I did him dirty Mix the Don Perrigon with Ace when I'm thirsty Got expensive taste Gorilla heads on the jersey That's BAPE Getting bricks for way cheaper with no middle man [?] on the G5 wagon [?] like a ceiling fan If life is cold I want the dealer's hands I'm used to dealing grams Wrapping bricks, Vaseline on the Saran You couldn't understand unless you took the stand In these low top raps nigga you trash You from the have nots My man killed my man for cash And still got the blood in the back Kick the door for him Four four for him catch him snoring Waited for it, everybody that's important My youngest started snorting You know what that means Thirty bodies in thirty days We had to earn our name [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look We like Magic and Kareem (Uh huh) Bust a brick up out the plastic and sat it down on a beam Fly God, Ski Mask, my jacket was Supreme I said fuck your favorite rapper that's exactly what I mean pussy My little head buster's strap was in his jeans Snort a fifty and get to whacking everything If I green light it Homie ain't nothing about me make believe (Naw) 2380 ACPs in the APCs Nobody fucking with me and West Don C Mets Plain cloth t, misplaced checks I'm Payton Manning with a minute left My wo got a dub He said he ain't get life so he feeling blessed I been a threat Watch these fuck niggas scurry off Shooting like Klay Thompson with Curry on Nigga go ahead and play stupid The K's shooting Knock your fucking helmet off like Ray Lewis