Vertigo (feat. Action Bronson)

Vertigo, a feeling of dizziness A swimming in the head This shit spooky Creepin' around the corner Yeah Michelle, how come every time we argue It always gotta be about money? When I was with Steady B, I had it all Gucci, Louis Vuitton, gold, Liz Claiborne, I had it all You ain't giving me nothing Tap water for a basic bitch (Drink up) Seen the come up looking at me, probably need to get your Lasik fixed You need to focus better We own the deeds to the lot You get evicted, get hit with a thirty-day notice letter You never catch me slippin' on the slight Better chance of gettin' struck by lightnin' twice I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice Cop a low price (I know people) Pop wheelies on motorbikes And get down on one knee, squat and throw the dice I'm head crackin', dodgin' hail and raindrops in a lead jacket Victory lap and saw the finish line and sped past it With flyin' colors, hit the gas and burn the tires rubber And play a boat for the entire summer In Portofino, they call me Sergio Suede slippers cost a thirty ball Stare too long and get vertigo This more than any man can see I organically push a button and open the door up mechanically Then peel the skin off of a mandarin, get some extra Vitamin C I'm drippy, I'm a Saks Fifth window mannequin Tried to stencil the manuscript Impossible, my face is that of an ancient god etched in an amulet When I go to break down a beat, I dismantle shit Uh-huh (It's me) Got the game on a leash like six special kids with helmets on Tumble out of limos with leopard on Bring my own homemade food in a Tupperware to the restaurant And practice various wrestling moves on a leprechaun Nothin' better you could spend your shekels on Thug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys She took a bump, now she chirpy And then I had to stop the car 'cause she had to take a dump, mother mercy Shit, she must've had the turkey Thug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys Uh, lifted F150's The way I hit the corner, bitches callin' him Ricky Say "Baklava" three times in the mirror, man, this shit can get tricky They'll never find you amongst the hickory Got a second? Yeah Yeah, his body's probably washed out of the Wilshire Canyon somewhere Haha, no What's this? Baklava You see, the universe is like a giant baklava