Versace - Westside Gunn

Dope spoons blacker than Popo

What color tops we use in shootouts in cherry DeLoreans (Skrrt, brr)

The pole with the cooler, everybody gotta go one day

But you goin' sooner (Doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr,

brr)

Figure-four galores, my wide-body's lookin' gorgeous (Ah)

Starin' at a millionaire’s necks, cost a fortune

Margiela at Jummah, the half-roof Porsche (Skrrt)

Ayo (Ah), neck Lorraine, full-length mink at the Sabres game

Bullets make him drop thirty pounds, he should’ve tucked his chain (Boom, boom,

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

Caught him by the Utica station, niggas pacin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hid the forty by the Oakk Room, went in, did my one-two (Ah)

Chloe, what you drinkin'?

Make sure my bottle’s gold

Gator bites out of Pappadeaux, gettin' tans down in Pompano

Who fuckin' with me?

That shit impossible

Ayo (Ah), niggas tryna do the knowledge

I chose the feds, said fuck college

I parked the Rolls on College (Skrrt)

Got the stove with the rose gold pilot, peep the science (Ah)

On the island and we cookin' work, the violence

Brick of coke pioneers, imagine laying on the cot

Haven’t seen your fam in years (Ah), lookin' at old pics

Droppin' tears, my old celly live like that (Ah)

Inshallah, I’m never goin' back (Never goin' back)