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[Intro: Your Old Droog]
Hello
Where y'all at?
Hello
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Interlude: Roc Marciano]
Hello
Anybody out there?
Shit, yo, uh
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
That white gold's by the quarter milly (Quarter)
I'm lookin' really saucy when I score my jewelry (Ah)
Pour some Remy, lord forgive me if I'm talkin' silly
Spilt the Lorcin and go toss the semi sort of like a frisbee
Off the bridge, my nigga, the water snippy
Unfortunately this ain't how it should be, but once I climbed out the pussy
Brolic like I was Ivan Putski, fly with my pint of whiskey (Uh)
Some barbershop liners to keep it crispy (Line)
My wrist, this shit is drippy, I'm lookin' pimpy
Ring on the pinky, [?] Ricardo Tisci (Uh)
[?] my palms is greasy
Be еasy, these geeks always seen palm trees on TV (Easy, bum)
G-string bikinis, martinis, double R with thе stars on the ceilin'
My scars needed healin' (Ow)
Let's keep it real, kid, we all Jesus's children
But I had to slang in the [?] it was freezin' in my buildin' (Uh)
[Interlude: Roc Marciano & Your Old Droog]
It's cold as shit