Echo Long (feat. WestSideGunn & Meyhem Lauren)

Yeah, yeah

Seventeen shots

Took off like a 458, like a 458 Ferrari, ****

Uh, it's Benny, Derringer, yeah

You know what the fuck we on, man

Yo, yo, uh

I'm from a quiet town, but shit get hostile

You know my style, we got straps stockpiled

Shit crazy, **** ran up and shot crowds

Got it hot lately, that's why you see all these cops round

These hoes iffy, say they love you, then hurt you a lot

They talk bad about a ****, worse than Fox

Dear Mama, I'm a rider, a version of 'Pac

Icy Rollie, can't tell if the minute hand work on the watch

My daughter seen me with a gun, looked at me like I'm crazy

I pulled her in the other room and said, "This for our safety"

She was scared, it was a AR with fifty in it

Knew I was special, was born the same day as Jimi Hendrix

He a snake, fuck him, he don't deserve to be round you

We got money young, then had to learn how to count it

Knew a **** who got knocked with thirty-two ounces

On his way home, that was back in the early 2000s

Comfortable, chillin', layin' up at the W

Playin', but I'm thinkin' 'bout stayin' for a month or two

Beef with a rapper, they gon' ask me what I wanna do

I tell 'em, "Catch him, hit the chauffeur, clip the butler, too"

Seventeen shots stuffed into the rim

The plugs start to like you when you spend what I spend

You learn to talk to God when you been where I been

Need that yellow bag money, that's that M and a M, ****

Ay, yo, I had a **** cook my muhfuckin' dinner

I had a **** iron my clothes

CO bringin' the phones in

Stab him in the neck if he owes

Henny'd out with a drunken face

Thirty thousand in the couch like the Sunken Place

My **** put Buffalo on

I rock black Cartier frames with buffalo horns, shit

In this Lexus, actin' reckless

I'll treat your necklace like a complimentary breakfast

I wouldn't cook with the wine that y'all drink

It's a cold world, Lord, keep a .9 in your mink

Uh, switch kicks, switch rides

Loyalty forever, I'ma never switch sides (Never)

Ain't no such thing as oil-based cut

So if a gram turn to sand, I ain't pickin' it up

****, I'm crispy as fuck, son, I'm gorgeous and great

If the goin' price is ten, just know I got it for eight

The streets is my safari

I breeze through, my balls smellin' like Bulgari

Ay, yo, I had a **** cook my muhfuckin' dinner

I had a **** iron my clothes

CO bringin' the phones in

Stab him in the neck if he owes