RIP Bergdorf

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

Chunky Dunkys order green lobsters

Sometimes a junky don't fiend proper

Opposition jumpy off a eavesdropping

Weed shoppers looking for smoke

We got cheap ganja, deep diver pushing a bow

She got mean knockned (I ****ed that bitch)

I put her in a choke, she shot three rockets

Now my bands cushion li'l soap

It's not flea market, this [?] by appointment only

Dough leave 30 grand on sweat suits, you don't know me

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, in Times Square, two years, you know it's Tony

In vein and wire, hundred shots out the stoley

Pardon my slime, he just showed a brick but only 9 was real

What's your life like, nigga? Mines is real

Central Park in the '90s, everybody moms on crack playing the islings

Take the Cartier buss off, that shit tiny

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]

It's a black swan event, not a black tie affair

This is fashion rebel drip, no cap, buy a pair

Seam McQueen, split Dior seams

[?] mascara will smear

That kinda shit will have you banned from the Met Gala

Them niggas don't lamp, they just get silent

Chanel was on xans, I was dressed stylish

[?]

Westwood has the fresh salad

I blew my wide on Vivienne

Chloe was watching outside with the window agape, creaming

She made [?] spray angel on semen

[Verse 4: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, where you was at when Kenneth Cole shot Gucci up?

Dapper Dan came out, thought he saw Lucifer

Tory Burch started screaming, he seen an all gold Maxima

Next thing you know, Perri Ellis hopped out, black trench coat

Looking like Blackula