Free Nationals The Rivington (feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Joyce Wrice)
(Yeah, this shit beautiful nigga)
(The Free Nationals)
[Conway:]
Look, Pyrex got the cocaine resin in it
See the rappers in the trash
We was heavy whippin'
Used to bag it up and finesse the kitchen
Feds close cross the mob let the dezzy lift 'em
Told them "No trapping around here"
But he ain't never listen
Had my youngins kick his door
Now his fetti missing
They found his body but his head is missin'
Spent his bread with my jeweler he made the bezzy glisten
Blood bottles got the pony head
Three racks with the christen and copped the only pair
I put up numbers nigga, Kobe here
Diamonds in the Rollie clear
Grammy weak but twenty of my homies dead
Halla, halla, halla, if you want to have a suite (I got you, oh)
Halla, halla, halla, if you want to have a suite (I got you, hey, hey, yeah)
[Westside Gunn:]
Yo, you like the bag on my dope
Cook all my dope
I had to get a mote, you took all the dope
Paying niggas no mind, them other niggas broke
Shoot at 'em 223 semi in my scope
You the best bitch ever, plus you cook the best jerk
All pink FNH in your purse, we love to eat, watch the ocean
When we get home, I'm a eat you till you cry
Buy you frozen gela, just for nothing
Shut up your ex nigga, how I was bugging
You looking at me when you suck it
Does your mom know you do that
I blew your back out first day
Yo West, can you nut on my face
I fell in love right there
Halla, halla, halla, if you want to have a suite (I got you, oh)
Halla, halla, halla, if you want to have a suite (I got you, hey, hey, hey)
