Ill Bill, LORD GOAT, CrimeApple - ONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP

Текст песни

Exotic crops, in from Fiji
top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini
Got that Ally Sheedy
Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
All fiends on Farragut seek out
Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede
A slave in a cage, numerous hustles
Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid
Satyricon gimmicks and lyrics
Hard like scords are Hasidic’s
After but before business
We’re abortions that survived, takin' portions of ya spine
Stay unlawful ‘til we die, stay high
Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies
Heist of the century, sellin' ice out the Chevy like Garfield
Except I bake pies with
Monsters and rock, sniffin' Panama, catch a vacant stare
Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air
I got demons that will never die
I’m bumpin' Rakim Allah in the ride
You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs,
I couldn’t empathize
How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke
Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope
Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo
You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux
With a freak who take molly through a corn hole
Opportunist — In a Jag dressed like Dr. Loomis, movin'
That little bullshit you guys been doin' it is not amusin'
(woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory
I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery
I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift
Now my pain is where the steak sit
I get fellated in a space ships, face it
You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it
Talkin' about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost)
Similar to the blood givin' my brain oxygen
And I ain’t stoppin' until your whole block look communist
Until SWAT ain’t knockin' and walkin' away is not permitted
Fuck swimmin', I got some cement loafers you can fit in
You trippin', fibbin' all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin'
I’m getting' it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous
Walk out of the choir with a big stick
with a big dick
Big money clip big drip
Big swammy and a big clip
Big family and a big clip
Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit
Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit
We the top, yo these guys
ride
Spin the block, east side
Hit the opps, three times
Thotty give me and that’s obituary
kids choose Uzi’s with
Shooters that do the brutalest there is
Oodles and shoes and pills
Ludes and
Cougars with pierced pussy lips
Only built for Gucci drip