Ayo, rockin' all Sacai in the 911 soft-top (Skrrt) Hopped out, big drum on it, had to sort 'em out (Brr, brr) Peace, my name's West, but I'm from the East (Ah) Ayo, the only nigga that got five visions with fire vision Open your eyes, listen, this our time, Christie's and Fly Waitin' for fly bitches, sippin' pain in the rain Never got wet, this for my niggas that's locked in the cage Brushin' they waves with a chip bag drive it like Six Flags (Skrrt) Clothes from Fifth Ave, broke it, I got rich fast How you figure you niggas iller? You illin', millin', and shillin' Icon, what a wonderful feeling put holes in your building (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Allah willin', I be touchin' big bags (Ah) Goyard leashes on all-red Saint Bernards Saint Laurents, water whip the coke with the Avian They be on bullshit, I be on real time I be out in France with Clovis sippin' real wine Toast to my real niggas that's sellin' dope still (Ah)
I be sippin' real wine, toast to my niggas (Brr) Toast to my niggas in the field, s— (Brr) Mm-mm-mm, na-na and red wine Toast to my niggas in the field, sellin' dope, yeah To my niggas still in field, sellin' dope (Ah)
My middle knuckle is bigger than all my knuckles on this hand right here, bruh You ain't got a scratch on your middle knuckle You know what I mean? You ain't been through nothin' You never— Ain't— You never been in the— In the crib With welfare cheese and fried bologna and all that stuff like that for dinner at nighttime, man Don't come at me with that lil' punk ass shit