RVD

Intro: Westside Gunn]

Grr, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo

Grr, luxurious fly shit

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, heckling the tan, you flex, a nigga talking extra

Never rode a bike in my life, Supreme Vans selected (ah)

Selling coke, some might've stretched it, I like to keep it raw

Nigga fell out, one sniff, you can keep the straw

Flags on the duplex crew necks, German Suplex

The Geiger with a few checks, Perrier-Jouët

Jewels dropped in the mess hall, I had to pick 'em up

"When you come home?" He said, "Never", I think my heart got stuck (ah)

Ten chains on his arm, can you

Remember when Pete shot up my house, tryna hear the coop (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Mona Lisa Off-White, 40 below Feigs

Four door Ferraris with no heads (skr)

So lavish, my whole locker lit for a 10 o'clock count

I'm standing rich in the JJ Vance trench

Splash the brick on some Rob Van Dam shit

Doors on the cran-apple land lift

You had your cup, whats the logic?

Palm trees on the Mary Jane suits, load the pocket rocket

The feds wanna indict, give life, I'm looking rich, right?

The Wraith with the pinstripes, I been nice (skr)

I swear, I hate when rap niggas claiming that they king

Blow your head off with the crown on it, make my ears ring (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)

Took the ace out the deck, chopped the coke with it

Ain't no business like dope business

[Verse 2: Keisha Plum]

Terra cotta, ricotta, red snapper

Grilled lobster, and roasted lamb chops

He dresses his wife in Armani

Mistress in Versace, and his ho in Top Shop

Fly in his prime like Karl Malone and Karl Kani

In uniform like Karl Lagerfeld, Coco Chanel frills

Black leather on black leather

Black locs, black blunts filled with black smoke

Ain't no business like dope business

It's brutal, and time is crucial

Never show weakness

Think, what would Griselda do?

What would Griselda do?

Shoot them before they can shoot you

You know what they say is true

Trust your instincts

Test the circle for weak links

Plum colored minks, plum colored drinks

Everyone wants to know what Plum thinks

Nigga told me his ***** gets lost in the texture of my voice

She hears my poetry and her ***** gets moist

[Outro: Kanye West & Charlamagne Tha God]

This is... this is an Hermès level existence at this point, you know?

Like, you look at a, a Birkin bag, the way it's made

The more scratches on it, the more, the more value it has

Mmm

You know, so all those things, those pieces of the story have...

Created, uh, who I am today