Freestyle

[Verse]

Ayo, Dapper Dan Gucci display, my biggest charm screamin' murder (Murder you niggas, man)

'Cause people cover posters with the burner

GUESS farmers stand on a block, biggest drum you ever seen on us

Politickin' million dollar lickstickers (Psh)

Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, lord, been swaggin' niggas and (Okay)

Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers

Rockin' dinner plates, Gucci links on 'em

Fendi moccasins from 88's, sporting baguettes (You see 'em, son)

Push a Lexus GS, yo, Jesus piece, Lord Velour issue

Coke stores, a Porsche I score for

Glamorous out-of-state mansions that we lamp in

Chanel sofa, a hundred grand, rock in carry, son

My empire designer, fly attire, admire ([?] niggas)

Macy racking facts for my line-up

Pushin' the Aston Martin, rockin' some GUESS garments, playin' chess

The best of cream, champagne spiller, ill as I seem

Swing like Naseem, marvelous skin, the sharpest off the torture

I'll body your honors with llamas, Elijah, and Eliza (Pah, pah)

Al-Qaeda, deciding if my nine bust, Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparkin'

Reload my conscious, fake niggas get targeted (All y'all niggas, man)

Rockin' generic Jesus piece, Charles run in with carrots

Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport

Fed up with hunters goin' OT, samplin' coke

Makin' my nose bleed, my cold D's

Might air you like "Send the kites overnight", I'm rollin' dice

Hold a fisherman's knife in case they wanna take my life

I rock a flavor, nights uptowns for cherry straps and carry gats

Burberry slacks that's in my cracks, I'm unstoppable

Gonna pop you, layin' on a cot

Readin' Qur'ans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone

Yo, Sly, you and I rule this block music

Hang out with drug dealers and Glock users (All my niggas, man, G's)

Lord, the flyest, whole nine tucked hoppin' out of Benz trucks with

Big jewelry on the Claiborne

Saks Fifth Avenue mink's on, son, it's time to get this paper

Count my money at the street labor

I sold dope on Connecticut, fucked the white bitch

Rockin' some Skecher kicks, pushin' a Lexus 6

Takin' the heat to the mosque, pray to Allah

Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit (Pah)

Fucked up my clock, spittin' these thoughts, style is the illest (Oh shit)

Rhymes is vicious, you not, fuckin' with this shit (No)

SK's'll murder your block, shoot where your bitch live (Uh-huh)

Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son

Fly nigga rockin' fatigue, distributin' crack

I spit at your act, military issued the gat

I fuck with Bravo when Dillinger shat

Box Kutter and Machine Gun Black, Street Entertainment, faggot

Mosey, then rockin' a Dolce linen (Uh-huh)

Dutches to roll my spinach (2 Chains), all of my gems exquisite

Keepin' a loaded biscuit, buyin’ a Wagon for the mistress

Coogi dresser, ayo, my princes gulliest henchmen

Big jewels, triple X North Face we laced displayin’ great

Goin' out of state, coppin' the sticks

This is life of a drug dealer, hundred grand figures

Fake niggas, we'll hit ya, limp in the villa

You know your man saw us in the black Taurus up by Pandora's

Fuckin' with fam, now they payin' for it

Timberland Fields, holdin' Dillingers, willin' to kill

Fake Major League niggas ain't real, I rock in uptowns (Niggas is pussy)

Keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound (Uh-huh)

Sippin' Henny rounds, I put my semi down (Put the shit down, lord)

Chanel flavor, Mach's rockin' gazelles

Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell, and that's word

[Outro]

And that's you, nigga

It's fuckin', Westside Gunn, FNIC

You already know, Street Entertainment

PSEC, you too, man, I ain't forget about you, family