Triple Beams

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Ay yo... Make sure the money machine still work... [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ay yo, remember nights in that cell My cellie prayin' for the crack, lord If the tape bust, I knock a stack off Remix, now I made it twenty, clips so long it look fake Shot your shit up with one pull-y Viktor & Rolf over the vest, bitches think I’m lifting weights Run a nigga jewels at the VMA’s Trying to make everyday a payday I came home, judge sent him right back for a decade PRPS distressed, BAPE Reeboks Floss lied to death, I ain't trying to get what he got Slaughtering cocaine under water snorkeling My reflexes put the fork in it to fortune it Fortune 500 niggas run it Drag 'em from the Ghost like it’s nothing Never been shot but I've seen niggas get their shit lit up I’m like Rich Paul, but richer [Chorus: Westside Gunn (Planet Asia)] Spent nights crying over triple beams... (Ch-cha Chain, Ch-cha...) Spent nights crying over triple beams... (Let's count this mothafucking nigga...) Spent nights crying over triple beams... (The fuck I'm talking about guns... Word up, yo...) [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Pyrex whipping pushing kicks contraband handling We been hand to handin' since the hieroglyphs Walkie talkie recievers, watching all the narcs cops In the scope of my binoculars, we just trying to re-up Black cell jackets we the boat niggas La vida loc livin capo we're the coke dealers This is business nothing personal, nothing emo Ambitions of niggas transitions to a kilo First chapter, we were sending for them C-notes Incognito moving D-dope Crash dummies turn into torpedos Tech 9’s lick off sounding like a song from the Migos Yank bitches, slot machines in Reno, the fish fry was Filipino In the kitchen leaning, triple beamin latinos A hundred band jooking out the jex flexing Sixteen hundred off every zip effortless [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Spent nights crying over triple beams... Spent nights crying over triple beams... Spent nights crying over triple beams...