Freestyle

[Verse]
Ayo, Dapper Dan Gucci display, my biggest drum's screamin' murder
Cause people cover posters with the burner
GUESS farmers stand on a block, biggest drum you ever seen on us
Politickin' million dollar lickstickers
Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, Lord, been swaggin' niggas and
Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers
Rockin' dinner plates, Gucci links on them
Fendi Moccasins from 88s, sporting baguettes
Push a Lexus GS, yo, Jesus piece, lord velour issue
Coke stores, a Porsche I score for
Glamorous out-of-state mansions that we lamp in
Chanel sofa, a hundred grand, rock in carry, son
My empire designer ,fly attire, admire
Macy racking facts for my line-up
Pushin' the Aston Martin, rockin' some GUESS garments, playin' chess
The best of cream, champagne spiller, ill as I seem
Swing like Naseem, marvelous skin, the sharpest off the torture
I'll body your honors with llamas, Elijah, and Eliza
Al-Qaeda, deciding if my nine bust, Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparkin'
Reload my conscious, fake niggas get targeted
Rockin' generic Jesus piece, Charles run in with carrots
Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport
Fed up with hunters goin' OT, samplin' coke
Makin' my nose bleed, my cold D's
Might air you like "Send the kites overnight", I'm rollin' dice
Hold a fisherman's knife in case they wanna take my life
I rock a flavor, nights uptowns for cherry straps and carry gats
Burberry slacks that's in my cracks, I'm unstoppable
Gonna pop you, layin' on a cot
Readin' Qurans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone
Yo, Sly, you and I rule this block music
Hang out with drug dealers and Glock users
Lord, the flyest, whole nine tucked hoppin' out of Benz trucks with
Big jewelry on the Claiborne
Saks Fifth Avenue mink's on, son, it's time to get this paper
Count my money at the street labor
I sold dope on Connecticut, fuck a white bitch
Rockin' some Skecher kicks, pushin' a Lexus 6
Takin' the heat to the mosque, pray to Allah
Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit
Fucked up my clock, spittin' these thoughts, style is the illest
Rhymes is vicious, you not fuckin' with this shit
SKs'll murder your block, shoot where your bitch live
Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son
Fly nigga rockin' fatigue, distributin' crack
I spit at your act, military issued the gat
I fuck with Bravo when Dillinger shat
Box cutter and machine, go black, Street Entertainment stack it
Mosey, then rockin' a Dolce linen
Dutches to roll my spinach, all of my gems exquisite
Keepin' a loaded biscuit, buyin’ the wagon for the mistress
Coogi dresser, ayo, my princes gulliest henchmen
Big jewels, triple X North Face we laced displayin’ great
Goin' out of state, coppin' the sticks
This is life of a drug dealer, hundred grand figures
Fake niggas, we'll hit ya, limp in the villa
You know your man saw us in the black Taurus up by Pandora's
Fuckin' with fam, now they payin' for it
Timberland Fields, holdin' Dillingers, willin' to kill
Fake Major League niggas ain't real, I rock in uptowns
Keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound
Sippin' Henny rounds, I put my semi down
Chanel flavor, Mach's rockin' gazelles
Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell when that's word

[Outro]
And that's you, nigga
It's fuckin' Westside Gunn, FNIC
You already know Street Entertainment
PSEC you too, man, I ain't forget about your family