Hall

Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo, Buscemis with the cages Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker Fiends fallin' out the sky for it My pack's ten a piece, shot his baby mom's house he thought shit was sweet Whole team got 300 schemes and McQueen My nigga got a fresh 15 at McKean, bodies dropping on the regular My town ain't shit Get money, get killed, niggas scared to get rich Look like somebody wrote all over the raps and the drips White bitch out the six, suckin' dicks speakin' French That's life for me I got too many shooters that'll come take a fuck nigga whole life for free These not Timbs little nigga, these Balmains, please get it right for me Ayo, they got the flygod hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss Techs with air holes, yo, he had to cool them off Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' XXL Told pussy I need a skirt, I sent ten in the mail Break it down, we all bag, weigh the eights with a hand scale Grams sell like clockwork, the shootin' was Mach's work Make sure it lock first, we dealin' for Fox worth Hopped out the GL Benz over your tens Wang windbreaker with no wind Fresh out that cell, I got a brick and a MAC Maybach back-to-back, wrist need to relax Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack Yo, what's your name, hun? My name West, what's your digits? In '98, I wore two Cubans up in Britain, I'm a legend Let me talk fly for a second I had you lookin' tall in Giuseppe's