Vera Boys
(专辑: Hitler Wears Hermes II - 2015)
[Westside Gunn:] The
fuck yo? I
don't even know why, I
don't even know I'm fucking this ill my nigga, I
just am SE Gang Yo, everyday I
pray to J
Dilla It's a
full time job not spray a
nigga All this dope ain't gon' sell itself Gut shot made his stomach melt Pulled off in an Audi wagon Did a
U-ey came back with fully automatics Mad Max with the
black MAC, left his body parts in a
trash bag Up in Visits talking past glass Now it's buying dinners eating crab legs Everything on me vintage, pouring champagnes over scale Sly, we did it Aventadors on tour, so many guns on me you would think it's war Not at all, I'm just paranoid Pair of jumpers, Vera Wang, we them Vera boys Close my eyes I
seen pies, inhaled I
smelled crime Kept my ears open, I
was focused Thirty AK-6 shells will flip your Lotus These niggas bogus, they like three-quarters soda Lyrically I'm off the
boat with it Studded Loubout' duffle with stupid coke in it Assholes with gas stoves, nigga you reap what you sow Lake [?], I'm out on Chippawa I'm the
dopest, I
don't give a
fuck who you are I
don't give a
fuck who you are [Keisha Plum:] Like Adolf, I
got no remorse Slice your baby moms with a
dirty box cutter The
real hood forever Finesse right and skin tight Moschino and Fendi leathers Poetic gun flow, I'm Nikki Giovanni with the
Hublot Blood stains on my six inch Stilettos Stepping on your throat, worse than Hitler doing lines of coke Burning some purple OG, I'm Illmatic times three Sick destiny, visualize a
hustler's complexity Murderous tendencies, Balenciaga bag full of blue face Benji's Keisha Plum, Westside Gunn, 716 infamy