No Vacancy - Westside Gunn

You ever made love to the pot?

I ain’t think so

You ever threw up from smellin' too many kilos?

The 'migos, Nigos, we reload the free throws

The Margiela peacoat, the regal

Four story house I got off Ebro, the VLONE

Rest in peace Vino (Ah), rest in peace Kino, the Spiegel

The seagulls, April fresh ego

Slam you on your neck like Bruno Sammartino

Welcome home Tito, you proud and sippin' pinot

My shooter shot five niggas in a row, we yell «Bingo», my nino (Boom, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Bulletproof Bentleys parked outside the Whitney (Skrrt)

You need it, nigga, hit me, vacuum seal it, then you ship it (Ah)