Ft. Westside Gunn
A yo,
Lo mein brewing with the gold dust,
Next to the Pyrex on the Lambo tour bus.
(boom, boom, boom)
So, only right I Roc with Marci on this,
Paper planes (skrrrrt) project got Marcy on this
Marciano
Yo bytch got my Marquee on her hips,
And I stashed half a ki, to her knee, told that trick don't slip,
That Hennessy Purple, don't make it a habit to sip,
When you eating rib eye, eggs, rabbit and grits
I'm the passenger in the most lavish classical whips,
U in a 93 Path, with bum ass rims and some tints.