Ric Martel

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Grr [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, George Condo's in the condo I can cook coke with my eyes closed The Beemer grill Ron English (skr) Whole brick for 28, look like we bleached it Leather strings in the Tinkers A wig rocking the weight, shot him out the gate The jumper got no breaks Park inside the shake Rose, fuck around with the pink face Standing on the couch with the pink gates The bitches love the neck drip Clip and the TEC flip, my shooter only sniff the best shit (grr) Put the brains out for the extras (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) TEC wrapped in the Hermes handkerchief Excuse a nigga excellence [Break: Roc Marciano] Alright Nigga, fuck that, kill his ass, nigga [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Well, if you must know, bucko I bust the pump, slugs stuck in your stucco Shells all in your home and humble abode Uh oh, we all know opinions is like buttholes (waxed) On another note, I stay clean while the mud was thrown Thought I was low, my cover was blown (you say) Like a note on the old trombone Don't make me rub your nose, the funds I hold I count so much dough, my thumbs are swole (shit) Stole the summers, drove road runners Keep the TEC, might heat one half of the Cocoa Brothers (what up, Tek) My leather coat feel like cocoa butter (yeah) This is culture, my folks was smoking the butter (wow) The pole come with a muffler (facts) I send them hoes back to you, broken, roughed up Pistol whipped your dog and broke the gun Spoke in tongues just like [?] buns The buns was dark, shit ain't no bubble gum They never seen us coming like a sucker punch Uh, I got the game and the fiends (smoke 'em out) These ain't Supreme, these sneakers 80 Gs Baby please (please) Please get off my dick, baby