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