Freestyle

(album: Flyest Nig@@ In Charge, Vol. 1 - 2020)

That big damn Gucci display, my biggest trumps screaming murder
Spiegel cover posters with the burn, I guess farmers stand on a block, biggest Trump you ever seen on us
Politic and million dollar lickstickers, Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, Lord, Ben's wagging niggas
Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers, rocking dinner plates, Gucci links on them, Fendi Moccasins from 88s
Pushing Lexus GS, yo, Jesus, peace, love, a law issue, Coke stores, a Porsche I score for
Glamorous out-of-state matches that we lambish, Chanel sofa, a hundred grand Ryker carrier, sir
My empire, designer flyer, tired mire, Macy racking facts for my line-up, pushing the Aston Martin
Rocking some guest scammers, playing chess, the best of cream, champagne spiller, illest unseamed, swing like Nasim
Marvelous skin, the sharpest of the torture, our body, you're honest with llamas, Elijah, analyzer
Al-Qaeda, the siding, if my knife busts, Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparking
Reload my conscious, fake niggas get targeted, rocking generic, Jesus, peace, charge, running with carrots
Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport, cut out what harness, got what no teeth said
Pulling coke, making my nose bleed, my cold D's, my A-likes, send a kite over night
I'm rolling dice, hold a fisherman's knife in case they wanna take my life
I rock with flavor, nights uptowns with cherry straps and Carrie Gatsburg, very slacks, that's in my cracks
I'm unstoppable, gonna pop you, laying on a cot, reading Qurans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone, yo
Sly Union and I rule this block music, hang out with drug dealers and Glock users
Lord, the flyest whole night stuck, hopping out of Ben's trucks with Big Jury on the clay board
Sax, Fifth Avenue, Minx on suck, it's time to get this paper, got my money at the street labor
I'm so dope for Connecticut, fuck the white bitch, rocking some sketchy kicks
Pushing a Lexus 6, taking the heat to the Mars, pray to Allah
Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit
Fucked up my clock, spitting these thoughts, style is the illest
Rhymes is vicious, you not fucking with this shit
SK's a murrier, Glock's you and your bitch lit
Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son
Fly nigga rocking, fatigued, distributed crack, I spilling shit at
Militaries issued to get, I fuck with Bravo and Dillon just shat
Box cutter and machine, go black, treated it tame, he's baggy
Mosie, then rocking a dochi linen, Dutchies to roll my spinach
All of my gems are squizzing, keeping a load of biscuit
Bright in the wagon for the mistress, Kuji dressing Asia, my princess
Gully is hinching big Jews, triple X, no face, we laced, this playing great
Going out of state, copping the sticks, this is a life of a drug dealer
Hundred grand figures, fake niggas when you hit your lip in the villa
You know your man sauce in the black tour, set my can doors
Fuck up with fam, now they paying for it, tip willing fields
Holding Dillon just willing to kill, fake Major League niggas ain't real
I rocking uptowns, keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound
Sipping Henny rounds, I put my semi down, Chanel flavor, mocks rocking gazelles
Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell when that's word
And that's you, nigga, it's fucking Westside Gunn, FNIC
You already know Street Entertainment
PSEC you too, man, I ain't forget about your family