The Rivington (feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Joyce Wrice)

Yeah, this shit beautiful, nigga The Free Nationals Look, Pyrex has got the cocaine resi in it See the wrappers in the trash, we was heavy whippin' Used to bag it up in Vanessa kitchen Fifth close, cross the mob, let the dezzy lift 'em Told him, "No trappin' 'round here," but he ain't never listen Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing They found his body, but his head is missin' Spent his bread with my jeweler, he made the Presi' glisten Blood bottoms got the pony hair Three racks, went to Christian and copped the only pair I put up numbers, nigga, Kobe here Diamonds in the Rollie clear Grammy week with twenty of my homies there Holla, holla, holla if you want to At my suite (I got you, oh) Holla, holla, holla if you want to At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yo, you like to bag all my dope, cook all my dope I had to get 'em OT, you took all the dope Payin' niggas no mind, them other niggas broke Shoot outs, the .223s, hand me my scope You the best bitch ever, plus you cook the best jerk All pink FNH in your purse We love to eat, watch the ocean When we get home, I'ma eat you 'til you cry Buy you furs in July, just for nothin' Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was buggin' You lookin' at me when you suck it Do your moms know you do that? I blew your back out first day "Yo West, can you nut on my face?" I fell in love right then Holla, holla, holla if you want to At my suite (I got you, oh) Holla, holla, holla if you want to At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)