Ayo
Ayo
Luxurious fly shit
Ayo, Vuitton fitted, three-story lofts we baggin' authentic
Since Sonny fingers bloody shit was all business
Bally suedes stepping over cracked vials of mace
Chainsaw to your face ya brains carved off
Walls with Warhols, Neil barretts on you get embarrassed
Merits silencers, 24 carat
Wings and horns, get ya wig torn, Sig drawn
Benz wit' alligator rims—a blind nigga saw him
Fully automatic out the Audi wagon
Pierre Hardy backpack that hold the gat, lavish
Rob Big L it’s stellar, Axl Rose with
Helicopter propellers, it lands on whoever
I'm infamous, you niggas impotent
Came back with Lord on the third day
With raw in the hallway
You fucking with me never
Rhymes will have you under pressure
Checkers on the Damier
But chess is how I operate
Chopping eighths
Dictator off this rhyme style I'm major
Pitching all my ESPYs might fuck around and skate up
Free Sly Green they gave him four life’s in the wake up
Straight up
Pourin' Perrier for 'Chinegun
Keep a big gat 'cause I need one
Conway got shot in the head
Hammer shot in the legs, I need one
Uncle Baker got shot
You see how they did Lauryn, they did Pac
Rest in peace Big L, and Vino
Just seems like it’s me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
CDG jeans on with no heart
Couple bricks in the Goyard
Big bank on my left wrist
Mix the bathing with original fake
I'm so irate, Husein in that Fendi
Get out of my way, annihilate the ones who envy
Black-tar Bentley, coppin' projects hair-tied
TISA Raiders, chrome. 40 and black nine
See ya later, red dot on ya fuckin' mind
APC rain coats, we slang dope
In the storm, lay in the bushes and wait for 'em
Soon as we seein 'em, them 8s tooting
Them shells they ate through em
Left his stomach on his suede Ewing’s
TEC wit the air-holes—we just coolin'
Skull covered McQueens
Ya nightmares was all dreams
Beyond wings, I'm past fly
My whole outline luxurious
Foreign whips, they swervin' to kill niggas
Somebody call the coroner
Pourin' Perrier for 'Chinegun
Keep a big gat 'cause I need one
Conway got shot in the head
Hammer shot in the legs, I need one
Uncle Baker got shot
You see how they did Lauryn, they did Pac
Rest in peace Big L, and Vino
Just seems like it’s me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
Me and my eagle
Just me and my eagle
