[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Diamond D]

Ayo

I blow your cabbage off (Boom-boom-boom), table by the ocean eatin' caviar

Elephant trunk 'cause l'm paranoid it's paragon

The Bentley trunk

Frankie Avalon, I'm in the back wipin' the MAC off

Let the window down, let's see a marathon

Cold verses, Off White, skatin' on the off night

Grab the mattress lot, let's get the stove right

Bust a tuck, take a shit with PureRite

My nigga got for sure life (Ah)

That mean he never touchin' drug money, forever lusting

My last supper table filled with hustlers, I bust down

I throw the shit, scave a pipe to all my customers who took an oath

Never turn wraithful

Say triple beef of '98, that shit faithful (Ah)

Supreme digital for ounces

Laying up, Saint Laurent couches

Still another one of my licks'll shoot your house up

(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Still another one of my licks'll shoot your house up

(Look, boom)

[Verse 2: Diamond D]

I'm out on a yacht with two ladies (Uh)

Getting my dick sucked out on a Euphrates (Haha)

Nothing but throat, I don't do babies (Nope)

Hermes bucket botega, blue navys

Crispy rod label the God favors (Uh)

The cemetry of my foundation was hard labor (Uh)

I built it all brick by brick

I stretch out in the California chick by chick

Slick fly with

Early shavings, I break jaws

If I decide to eat off your plate

(Fuck it)

I take yours (Uh)

Without you with a touch the masses

I take tours

I get money

I sit in nice whips and I shake whores

(Beat it, bitch)

You know you at the end of the rope

When you lie at a crossed hands at the end of the scope (Right, uh)

When your circle lines you up

That's the end of the hope

Praying to Mary

Like a close friend to the pope

Lemme find out the sacrifices I made

The mind to me

It takes me back to vices I payed

Money I blew

Chips with a honey or 2

Night drives in that Huracán honey and blue

[Outro: Martin Scorsese]

You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it